Psalms 84
1 The salm of the sones of Chore. Lord of vertues, thi tabernaclis ben greetli loued;
“To the chief musician upon Gittith, by the sons of Korach, a psalm.” How lovely are thy dwelling-places, O Lord of hosts!
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 desired, yea, it also longed for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh shout with joy unto 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.
Even as the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young: —[have I found] 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.
Happy are they who dwell in thy house: they will be continually praising thee. (Selah)
5 Blessid is the man, whos help is of thee; he hath disposid stiyngis in his herte,
Happy is the man whose strong confidence is in thee, [all] whose heart reflecteth on the paths [of righteousness].
6 in the valei of teeris, in the place which he hath set.
Passing through the valley of weeping, they will change it into a spring: also the early rain covereth it with blessings.
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.
They go from strength to strength, each of them appeareth before God in Zion.
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. (Selah)
9 God, oure defender, biholde thou; and biholde in to the face of thi crist.
[Thou, ] our shield, behold, O God, and look upon the face of thy anointed.
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 a day in thy courts than a thousand [elsewhere]: I would rather choose to wait at the threshold of the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
11 For God loueth merci and treuthe; the Lord schal yyue grace and glorie.
For a sun and shield is the Lord God; grace and glory will the Lord give; he will not withhold any good from those that walk with integrity.
12 He schal not depriue hem fro goodis, that gon in innocence; Lord of vertues, blessid is the man, that hopith in thee.
O Lord of hosts, happy is the man that trusteth in thee.
