Psalms 138

1 `To Dauith him silf. Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee in al myn herte; for thou herdist the wordis of my mouth. Mi God, Y schal singe to thee in the siyt of aungels;

[A Psalm] of David. I will give thee thanks with my whole heart: Before the gods will I sing praises unto thee.

2 Y schal worschipe to thin hooli temple, and Y schal knouleche to thi name. On thi merci and thi treuthe; for thou hast magnefied thin hooli name aboue al thing.

I will worship toward thy holy temple, And give thanks unto thy name for thy lovingkindness and for thy truth: For thou hast magnified thy word above all thy name.

3 In what euere dai Y schal inwardli clepe thee, here thou me; thou schalt multipli vertu in my soule.

In the day that I called thou answeredst me, Thou didst encourage me with strength in my soul.

4 Lord, alle the kingis of erthe knouleche to thee; for thei herden alle the wordis of thi mouth.

All the kings of the earth shall give thee thanks, O Jehovah, For they have heard the words of thy mouth.

5 And singe thei in the weies of the Lord; for the glorie of the Lord is greet.

Yea, they shall sing of the ways of Jehovah; For great is the glory of Jehovah.

6 For the Lord is hiy, and biholdith meke thingis; and knowith afer hiy thingis.

For though Jehovah is high, yet hath he respect unto the lowly; But the haughty he knoweth from afar.

7 If Y schal go in the myddil of tribulacioun, thou schalt quikene me; and thou stretchidist forth thin hond on the ire of myn enemyes, and thi riyt hond made me saaf.

Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me; Thou wilt stretch forth thy hand against the wrath of mine enemies, And thy right hand will save me.

8 The Lord schal yelde for me, Lord, thi merci is with outen ende; dispise thou not the werkis of thin hondis.

Jehovah will perfect that which concerneth me: Thy lovingkindness, O Jehovah, [endureth] for ever; Forsake not the works of thine own hands.