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;

David’s. I will give thee thanks with all my heart, Before the messengers of God, will I praise thee in song:

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 down towards thy holy temple, and thank thy Name, for thy lovingkindness and for thy faithfulness, For thou hast magnified, above all thy Name, thy word!

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

In the day I cried unto thee, then didst thou answer me, and didst excite me, in my soul, mightily.

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 thank thee, O Yahweh, when they have heard the sayings 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 of the ways of Yahweh, That great is the glory of Yahweh:

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

Though lofty is Yahweh, yet, the lowly, he regardeth, but, the haughty—afar off, doth he acknowledge.

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 distress, thou wilt give me life, —Because of the anger of my foes, thou wilt thrust 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.

Yahweh, will carry through my cause, —O Yahweh! thy lovingkindness, is age-abiding, The works of thine own hands, do not thou desert.