Psalms 147
1 Alleluya. Herie ye the Lord, for the salm is good; heriyng be myrie, and fair to oure God.
Praise all of you the LORD: for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant; and praise is comely.
2 The Lord schal bilde Jerusalem; and schal gadere togidere the scateryngis of Israel.
The LORD does build up Jerusalem: he gathers together the outcasts of Israel.
3 Which Lord makith hool men contrit in herte; and byndith togidere the sorewes of hem.
He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
4 Which noumbrith the multitude of sterris; and clepith names to alle tho.
He tells the number of the stars; he calls 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 of great power: his understanding is infinite.
6 The Lord takith vp mylde men; forsothe he makith low synneris `til to the erthe.
The LORD lifts up the meek: he casts the wicked down to the ground.
7 Bifore synge ye to the Lord in knoulechyng; seye ye salm to oure God in an harpe.
Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise 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 covers the heaven with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass to grow upon the mountains.
9 Which yyueth mete to her werk beestis; and to the briddys of crowis clepinge hym.
He gives to the beast his food, and 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 delights not in the strength of the horse: he takes 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.
The LORD takes pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.
12 Jerusalem, herie thou the Lord; Syon, herie thou thi God.
Praise the LORD, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Zion.
13 For he hath coumfortid the lockis of thi yatis; he hath blessid thi sones in thee.
For he has strengthened the bars of your gates; he has blessed your children within you.
14 Which hath set thi coostis pees; and fillith thee with the fatnesse of wheete.
He makes peace in your borders, and fills you with the finest of the wheat.
15 Which sendith out his speche to the erthe; his word renneth swiftli.
He sends forth his commandment upon earth: his word runs very swiftly.
16 Which yyueth snow as wolle; spredith abrood a cloude as aische.
He gives snow like wool: he scatters the hoarfrost like ashes.
17 He sendith his cristal as mussels; who schal suffre bifore the face of his cooldnesse?
He casts 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 sends out his word, and melts them: he causes his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
19 Which tellith his word to Jacob; and hise riytfulnessis and domes to Israel.
He shows 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 has not dealt so with any nation: and as for his judgments, they have not known them. Praise all of you the LORD.
