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;

“By David.” I will praise thee with my whole heart: before [thee], O God, will I sing praise 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 bow myself down before thy holy temple, and I will thank thy name for thy kindness and for thy truth; for thou hast magnified above all thy name thy promise.

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

On the day when I called didst thou answer me, and raise me up 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 will give thanks unto thee, O Lord, when they hear the promises of thy mouth.

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

And they will sing on the ways of the Lord; for great is the glory of the Lord.

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

For exalted is the Lord, yet doth he regard the lowly; but the proud he punisheth 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.

If I should walk in the midst of distress, thou wilt revive me: against the wrath of my enemies wilt thou stretch forth thy hand, 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.

The Lord will accomplish [all] in my behalf; O Lord, thy kindness endureth for ever: the works of thy own hands do not abandon.