< Psalms 147 >

1 Alleluya. Herie ye the Lord, for the salm is good; heriyng be myrie, and fair to oure God.
Praise ye the Lord, for it is good to sing vnto our God: for it is a pleasant thing, and praise is comely.
2 The Lord schal bilde Jerusalem; and schal gadere togidere the scateryngis of Israel.
The Lord doth builde vp Ierusalem, and gather together the dispersed of Israel.
3 Which Lord makith hool men contrit in herte; and byndith togidere the sorewes of hem.
He healeth those that are broken in heart, and bindeth vp their sores.
4 Which noumbrith the multitude of sterris; and clepith names to alle tho.
He counteth the nomber of the starres, and calleth them all by their names.
5 Oure Lord is greet, and his vertu is greet; and of his wisdom is no noumbre.
Great is our Lord, and great is his power: his wisdome is infinite.
6 The Lord takith vp mylde men; forsothe he makith low synneris `til to the erthe.
The Lord relieueth the meeke, and abaseth the wicked to the ground.
7 Bifore synge ye to the Lord in knoulechyng; seye ye salm to oure God in an harpe.
Sing vnto the Lord with prayse: sing vpon the harpe vnto 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.
Which couereth the heauen with cloudes, and prepareth raine for the earth, and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaines:
9 Which yyueth mete to her werk beestis; and to the briddys of crowis clepinge hym.
Which giueth to beasts their foode, and to the yong rauens that crie.
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 hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, neither delighteth he in the legs of man.
11 It is wel plesaunt to the Lord on men that dreden hym; and in hem that hopen on his mercy.
But the Lord deliteth in them that feare him, and attende vpon his mercie.
12 Jerusalem, herie thou the Lord; Syon, herie thou thi God.
Prayse the Lord, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Zion.
13 For he hath coumfortid the lockis of thi yatis; he hath blessid thi sones in thee.
For he hath made the barres of thy gates strong, and hath blessed thy children within thee.
14 Which hath set thi coostis pees; and fillith thee with the fatnesse of wheete.
He setteth peace in thy borders, and satisfieth thee with the floure of wheate.
15 Which sendith out his speche to the erthe; his word renneth swiftli.
He sendeth foorth his commandement vpon earth, and his worde runneth very swiftly.
16 Which yyueth snow as wolle; spredith abrood a cloude as aische.
He giueth snowe like wooll, and scattereth the hoare frost like ashes.
17 He sendith his cristal as mussels; who schal suffre bifore the face of his cooldnesse?
He casteth foorth his yce like morsels: who can abide the colde thereof?
18 He schal sende out his word, and schal melte tho; his spirit schal blowe, and watris schulen flowe.
He sendeth his worde and melteth them: he causeth his winde to blowe, and the waters flowe.
19 Which tellith his word to Jacob; and hise riytfulnessis and domes to Israel.
He sheweth his word vnto Iaakob, his statutes and his iudgements vnto Israel.
20 He dide not so to ech nacioun; and he schewide not hise domes to hem.
He hath not dealt so with euery nation, neither haue they knowen his iudgements. Prayse ye the Lord.

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