Psalms 147
1 Alleluya. Herie ye the Lord, for the salm is good; heriyng be myrie, and fair to oure God.
Praise Yahweh, for it is good to sing praises to our God, it is pleasant, and praise is suitable.
2 The Lord schal bilde Jerusalem; and schal gadere togidere the scateryngis of Israel.
Yahweh rebuilds Jerusalem, he gathers together the scattered people of Israel.
3 Which Lord makith hool men contrit in herte; and byndith togidere the sorewes of hem.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
4 Which noumbrith the multitude of sterris; and clepith names to alle tho.
He counts the stars, he gives names to all of them.
5 Oure Lord is greet, and his vertu is greet; and of his wisdom is no noumbre.
Great is our Lord and awesome in power, his understanding cannot be measured.
6 The Lord takith vp mylde men; forsothe he makith low synneris `til to the erthe.
Yahweh lifts up the oppressed, he brings 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 Yahweh with thanksgiving, sing praises to our God with a harp.
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.
He covers the heavens with clouds and prepares rain for the earth, making the grass to grow on the mountains.
9 Which yyueth mete to her werk beestis; and to the briddys of crowis clepinge hym.
He gives food to the animals 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 finds no delight in the strength of a horse, he takes no pleasure in the strong 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.
Yahweh takes pleasure in those who honor him, who hope in his covenant faithfulness.
12 Jerusalem, herie thou the Lord; Syon, herie thou thi God.
Praise Yahweh, Jerusalem, praise your God, Zion.
13 For he hath coumfortid the lockis of thi yatis; he hath blessid thi sones in thee.
For he strengthens the bars of your gates, he blesses your children among you.
14 Which hath set thi coostis pees; and fillith thee with the fatnesse of wheete.
He brings prosperity inside your borders, he satisfies you with the finest of wheat.
15 Which sendith out his speche to the erthe; his word renneth swiftli.
He sends out his commandment to earth, his command runs very swiftly.
16 Which yyueth snow as wolle; spredith abrood a cloude as aische.
He makes the snow like wool, he scatters the frost like ashes.
17 He sendith his cristal as mussels; who schal suffre bifore the face of his cooldnesse?
He dispenses the hail like crumbs, who can withstand the cold he sends?
18 He schal sende out his word, and schal melte tho; his spirit schal blowe, and watris schulen flowe.
He sends out his command and melts them, he makes the wind to blow and the water to flow.
19 Which tellith his word to Jacob; and hise riytfulnessis and domes to Israel.
He proclaimed his word to Jacob, his statutes and his righteous decrees to Israel.
20 He dide not so to ech nacioun; and he schewide not hise domes to hem.
He has not done so with any other nation, and as for his decrees, they do not know them. Praise Yahweh.
