Psalms 92
1 `The salm of `song, in the dai of sabath. It is good to knouleche to the Lord; and to synge to thi name, thou hiyeste.
A psalm. A song for the Sabbath day. How good it is to thank the Lord, to sing praises to you, Most High,
2 To schewe eerli thi merci; and thi treuthe bi nyyt.
to tell of your trustworthy love in the morning, and your faithfulness in the night,
3 In a sautrie of ten cordis; with song in harpe.
to the music of a ten-stringed harp and the melody of a lyre.
4 For thou, Lord, hast delitid me in thi makyng; and Y schal make ful out ioye in the werkis of thin hondis.
You've made me so happy, Lord, because of all you've done for me! I sing for joy at what you've done!
5 Lord, thi werkis ben magnefied greetli; thi thouytis ben maad ful depe.
Lord, what you do is amazing; your thoughts are very profound!
6 An vnwise man schal not knowe; and a fool schal not vndirstonde these thingis.
Only senseless people and fools don't know and understand this:
7 Whanne synneris comen forth, as hey; and alle thei apperen, that worchen wickidnesse.
even though the wicked grow up quickly like grass, and even though people who do evil flourish, they will be destroyed forever!
8 That thei perische in to the world of world; forsothe thou, Lord, art the hiyest, withouten ende. For lo!
But you, Lord, rule on high forever.
9 Lord, thin enemyes, for lo! thin enemyes schulen perische; and alle schulen be scaterid that worchen wickidnesse.
Your enemies, Lord, your enemies will die; everyone who does evil will be destroyed!
10 And myn horn schal be reisid as an vnicorn; and myn eelde in plenteuouse merci.
But you have made me as powerful as a wild bull; you have anointed me with the best olive oil.
11 And myn iye dispiside myn enemyes; and whanne wickid men rysen ayens me, myn eere schal here.
My eyes look with pleasure to see my enemies defeated; my ears have heard the downfall of those who tried to attack me.
12 A iust man schal floure as a palm tree; he schal be multiplied as a cedre of Liban.
Those who live right flourish like a palm tree; they grow tall like a cedar tree in Lebanon.
13 Men plauntid in the hous of the Lord; schulen floure in the porchis of the hous of oure God.
They are planted in the house of the Lord; they thrive in the courts of our God.
14 Yit thei schulen be multiplied in plenteuouse elde; and thei schulen be suffryng wel.
Even when they are old they will still produce fruit, staying fresh and green.
15 That thei telle, that oure Lord God is riytful; and no wickidnesse is in hym.
They will declare, “The Lord does what is right! He is my rock! There is no wrong in him!”
