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 praise to our God; For it is pleasant, and praise is becoming.
2 The Lord schal bilde Jerusalem; and schal gadere togidere the scateryngis of Israel.
The LORD buildeth up Jerusalem; He gathereth together the dispersed 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 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 mighty in power; His understanding is infinite.
6 The Lord takith vp mylde men; forsothe he makith low synneris `til to the erthe.
The LORD lifteth up the lowly; He casteth 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 to the LORD with thanksgiving; Sing praises upon the harp to 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 causeth grass to grow upon the mountains.
9 Which yyueth mete to her werk beestis; and to the briddys of crowis clepinge hym.
He giveth to the cattle their food. And to the young ravens, when they 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.
The LORD taketh pleasure in those who fear him, In those who trust in his mercy.
12 Jerusalem, herie thou the Lord; Syon, herie thou thi God.
Praise the LORD. 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, And 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 command 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, And 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 forth his word, and melteth them; He causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
19 Which tellith his word to Jacob; and hise riytfulnessis and domes to Israel.
He publisheth his word to Jacob, His statutes and laws to Israel.
20 He dide not so to ech nacioun; and he schewide not hise domes to hem.
He hath dealt in this manner with no other nation; And, as for his ordinances, they have not known them. Praise ye the LORD!
