Psalms 84

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

To the Overseer. — 'On the Gittith By sons of Korah.' — A Psalm. How beloved Thy tabernacles, Jehovah 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 hath also been consumed, For the courts of Jehovah, My heart and my flesh cry aloud 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 a sparrow hath found a house, And a swallow a nest for herself, Where she hath placed her brood, ) Thine altars, O Jehovah 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.

O the happiness of those inhabiting Thy house, Yet do they praise Thee. (Selah)

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

O the happiness of a man whose strength is in Thee, Highways [are] in their heart.

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

Those passing through a valley of weeping, A fountain do make it, Blessings also cover the director.

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 unto strength, He appeareth unto God in Zion.

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

O Jehovah, 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.

Our shield, see, O God, 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 good [is] a day in Thy courts, O Teacher! I have chosen rather to be at the threshold, In the house of my God, Than to dwell in tents of wickedness.

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

For a sun and a shield [is] Jehovah God, Grace and honour doth Jehovah give. He withholdeth not good To those walking in uprightness.

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

Jehovah of Hosts! O the happiness of a man trusting in Thee.