Psalms 84
1 The salm of the sones of Chore. Lord of vertues, thi tabernaclis ben greetli loued;
“For the leader of the music. On the Gittith. A psalm of the sons of Korah.” How lovely are thy tabernacles, 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 longeth, yea, fainteth, for the courts of the LORD; My heart and my flesh cry aloud for 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.
The very sparrow findeth an abode, And the swallow a nest, where they may lay their young, By thine 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 they who dwell in thy house, Who are continually praising thee! (Pause)
5 Blessid is the man, whos help is of thee; he hath disposid stiyngis in his herte,
Happy the man whose glory is in thee, In whose heart are the ways [[to Jerusalem]]!
6 in the valei of teeris, in the place which he hath set.
Passing through the valley of Baca, they make it a fountain; and 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 on from strength to strength; Every one of them appeareth before God in Zion.
8 Lord God of vertues, here thou my preier; God of Jacob, perseyue thou with eeris.
Hear my prayer, O LORD, God of hosts! Give ear, O God of Jacob! (Pause)
9 God, oure defender, biholde thou; and biholde in to the face of thi crist.
Look down, O God! our shield, And behold the face of thine 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 a day spent in thy courts is better than a thousand: I would rather stand on the threshold of the house of my God, Than dwell in the tents of wickedness.
11 For God loueth merci and treuthe; the Lord schal yyue grace and glorie.
For the LORD God is a sun and a shield; The LORD giveth grace and glory; No good thing doth he withhold From them that walk uprightly.
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 the man who trusteth in thee!
