Psalms 147
1 Alleluya. Herie ye the Lord, for the salm is good; heriyng be myrie, and fair to oure God.
Praise ye Jah! for it is good. Sing psalms of our God; for it is pleasant: praise is comely.
2 The Lord schal bilde Jerusalem; and schal gadere togidere the scateryngis of Israel.
Jehovah doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth the outcasts of Israel.
3 Which Lord makith hool men contrit in herte; and byndith togidere the sorewes of hem.
He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
4 Which noumbrith the multitude of sterris; and clepith names to alle tho.
He counteth the number of the stars; he giveth names to them all.
5 Oure Lord is greet, and his vertu is greet; and of his wisdom is no noumbre.
Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.
6 The Lord takith vp mylde men; forsothe he makith low synneris `til to the erthe.
Jehovah lifteth up the meek; he abaseth the wicked to the earth.
7 Bifore synge ye to the Lord in knoulechyng; seye ye salm to oure God in an harpe.
Sing unto Jehovah with thanksgiving; sing psalms upon the harp unto our God:
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.
Who covereth the heavens with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains;
9 Which yyueth mete to her werk beestis; and to the briddys of crowis clepinge hym.
Who giveth to the cattle their food, to the young ravens which cry.
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.
He delighteth not in the strength of the horse, he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man;
11 It is wel plesaunt to the Lord on men that dreden hym; and in hem that hopen on his mercy.
Jehovah taketh pleasure in those that fear him, in those that hope in his loving-kindness.
12 Jerusalem, herie thou the Lord; Syon, herie thou thi God.
Laud Jehovah, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion.
13 For he hath coumfortid the lockis of thi yatis; he hath blessid thi sones in thee.
For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee;
14 Which hath set thi coostis pees; and fillith thee with the fatnesse of wheete.
He maketh peace in thy borders; he satisfieth thee with the finest of the wheat.
15 Which sendith out his speche to the erthe; his word renneth swiftli.
He sendeth forth his oracles to the earth: his word runneth very swiftly.
16 Which yyueth snow as wolle; spredith abrood a cloude as aische.
He giveth snow like wool, scattereth the hoar frost like ashes;
17 He sendith his cristal as mussels; who schal suffre bifore the face of his cooldnesse?
He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?
18 He schal sende out his word, and schal melte tho; his spirit schal blowe, and watris schulen flowe.
He sendeth his word, and melteth them; he causeth his wind to blow — the waters flow.
19 Which tellith his word to Jacob; and hise riytfulnessis and domes to Israel.
He sheweth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel.
20 He dide not so to ech nacioun; and he schewide not hise domes to hem.
He hath not dealt thus with any nation; and as for [his] judgments, they have not known them. Hallelujah!
