Psalms 84
1 The salm of the sones of Chore. Lord of vertues, thi tabernaclis ben greetli loued;
To the Chief Musician. On "the Gittith." For the Sons of Korah. A Melody. How lovely are thy habitations, O Yahweh 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 even languisheth—for the courts of Yahweh, —My heart and my flesh, shout aloud for a 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 the sparrow, hath found a home, And, the swallow, a nest for herself, where she hath laid her young, Thine altars, O Yahweh 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.
How happy are they who abide in thy house, —Still are they praising thee. (Selah)
5 Blessid is the man, whos help is of thee; he hath disposid stiyngis in his herte,
How happy the men whose strength is in thee, Festive processions are in their heart.
6 in the valei of teeris, in the place which he hath set.
Passing through the balsam-vale, A place of fountains, they make it, Yea, with blessings, is it covered by the early rain.
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 one appeareth before God in Zion.
8 Lord God of vertues, here thou my preier; God of Jacob, perseyue thou with eeris.
O Yahweh, God of hosts, hear thou my prayer, —Give hear, thou God of Jacob. (Selah)
9 God, oure defender, biholde thou; and biholde in to the face of thi crist.
Our Shield, behold thou, O God, And look upon the face of thine Anointed One.
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, I choose rather to stand at the threshold in the house of my God, Than to dwell in the tents of lawlessness.
11 For God loueth merci and treuthe; the Lord schal yyue grace and glorie.
For, a sun and shield, is Yahweh God, —Grace and glory, will Yahweh give, He will not withhold what is good, from them who walk without blame.
12 He schal not depriue hem fro goodis, that gon in innocence; Lord of vertues, blessid is the man, that hopith in thee.
O Yahweh of hosts! How happy the man who trusteth in thee!
