Psalms 84

1 The salm of the sones of Chore. Lord of vertues, thi tabernaclis ben greetli loued;

Unto the end, for the winepresses, a psalm for the sons of Core. How lovely are thy tabernacles, O Lord of host!

2 my soule coueitith, and failith in to the porchis of the Lord. Myn herte and my fleische; ful out ioyeden in to quyk God.

My soul longeth and fainteth for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh have rejoiced in the living God.

3 For whi a sparewe fyndith an hous to it silf; and a turtle fyndith a neste to it silf, where it `schal kepe hise bryddis. Lord of vertues, thin auteris; my king, and my God.

For the sparrow hath found herself a house, and the turtle a nest for herself where she may lay her young ones: Thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my king and my God.

4 Lord, blessid ben thei that dwellen in thin hous; thei schulen preise thee in to the worldis of worldis.

Blessed are they that dwell in thy house, O Lord: they shall praise thee for ever and ever.

5 Blessid is the man, whos help is of thee; he hath disposid stiyngis in his herte,

Blessed is the man whose help is from thee: in his heart he hath disposed to ascend by steps,

6 in the valei of teeris, in the place which he hath set.

In the vale of tears, in the place which be hath set.

7 For the yyuer of the lawe schal yyue blessyng, thei schulen go fro vertu in to vertu; God of goddis schal be seyn in Sion.

For the lawgiver shall give a blessing, they shall go from virtue to virtue: the God of gods shall be seen in Sion.

8 Lord God of vertues, here thou my preier; God of Jacob, perseyue thou with eeris.

O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob.

9 God, oure defender, biholde thou; and biholde in to the face of thi crist.

Behold, O God our protector: and look on the face of thy Christ.

10 For whi o dai in thin hallis is bettere; than a thousynde. I chees to be `an out cast in the hous of my God; more than to dwelle in the tabernaclis of synneris.

For better is one day in thy courts above thousands. I have chosen to be an abject in the house of my God, rather than to dwell in the tabernacles of sinners.

11 For God loueth merci and treuthe; the Lord schal yyue grace and glorie.

For God loveth mercy and truth: the Lord will give grace and glory.

12 He schal not depriue hem fro goodis, that gon in innocence; Lord of vertues, blessid is the man, that hopith in thee.

He will not deprive of good things them that walk in innocence: O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in thee.