Psalms 147

1 Alleluya. Herie ye the Lord, for the salm is good; heriyng be myrie, and fair to oure God.

2 The Lord schal bilde Jerusalem; and schal gadere togidere the scateryngis of Israel.

3 Which Lord makith hool men contrit in herte; and byndith togidere the sorewes of hem.

4 Which noumbrith the multitude of sterris; and clepith names to alle tho.

5 Oure Lord is greet, and his vertu is greet; and of his wisdom is no noumbre.

6 The Lord takith vp mylde men; forsothe he makith low synneris `til to the erthe.

7 Bifore synge ye to the Lord in knoulechyng; seye ye salm to oure God in an harpe.

8 Which hilith heuene with cloudis; and makith redi reyn to the erthe. Which bryngith forth hei in hillis; and eerbe to the seruice of men.

9 Which yyueth mete to her werk beestis; and to the briddys of crowis clepinge hym.

10 He schal not haue wille in the strengthe of an hors; nether it schal be wel plesaunt to hym in the leggis of a man.

11 It is wel plesaunt to the Lord on men that dreden hym; and in hem that hopen on his mercy.

12 Jerusalem, herie thou the Lord; Syon, herie thou thi God.

13 For he hath coumfortid the lockis of thi yatis; he hath blessid thi sones in thee.

14 Which hath set thi coostis pees; and fillith thee with the fatnesse of wheete.

15 Which sendith out his speche to the erthe; his word renneth swiftli.

16 Which yyueth snow as wolle; spredith abrood a cloude as aische.

17 He sendith his cristal as mussels; who schal suffre bifore the face of his cooldnesse?

18 He schal sende out his word, and schal melte tho; his spirit schal blowe, and watris schulen flowe.

19 Which tellith his word to Jacob; and hise riytfulnessis and domes to Israel.

20 He dide not so to ech nacioun; and he schewide not hise domes to hem.