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. [It is] good to give thanks to YHWH, And to sing praises to Your Name, O Most High,
2 To schewe eerli thi merci; and thi treuthe bi nyyt.
To declare Your kindness in the morning, And Your faithfulness in the nights.
3 In a sautrie of ten cordis; with song in harpe.
On ten strings and on stringed instrument, On (higgaion) with harp.
4 For thou, Lord, hast delitid me in thi makyng; and Y schal make ful out ioye in the werkis of thin hondis.
For You have caused me to rejoice, O YHWH, in Your work, I sing concerning the works of Your hands.
5 Lord, thi werkis ben magnefied greetli; thi thouytis ben maad ful depe.
How great Your works have been, O YHWH, Your thoughts have been very deep.
6 An vnwise man schal not knowe; and a fool schal not vndirstonde these thingis.
A brutish man does not know, And a fool does not understand this—
7 Whanne synneris comen forth, as hey; and alle thei apperen, that worchen wickidnesse.
When the wicked flourish as an herb, And all workers of iniquity blossom—For their being destroyed forever and ever!
8 That thei perische in to the world of world; forsothe thou, Lord, art the hiyest, withouten ende. For lo!
And You [are] high for all time, O YHWH.
9 Lord, thin enemyes, for lo! thin enemyes schulen perische; and alle schulen be scaterid that worchen wickidnesse.
For behold, Your enemies, O YHWH, For behold, Your enemies perish, All workers of iniquity separate themselves.
10 And myn horn schal be reisid as an vnicorn; and myn eelde in plenteuouse merci.
And You exalt my horn as a wild ox, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
11 And myn iye dispiside myn enemyes; and whanne wickid men rysen ayens me, myn eere schal here.
And my eye looks on my enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evildoers, my ears hear.
12 A iust man schal floure as a palm tree; he schal be multiplied as a cedre of Liban.
The righteous flourish as a palm-tree, He grows as a cedar in Lebanon.
13 Men plauntid in the hous of the Lord; schulen floure in the porchis of the hous of oure God.
Those planted in the house of YHWH, In the courts of our God, flourish.
14 Yit thei schulen be multiplied in plenteuouse elde; and thei schulen be suffryng wel.
Still they bring forth in old age, They are fat and flourishing,
15 That thei telle, that oure Lord God is riytful; and no wickidnesse is in hym.
To declare that YHWH my Rock [is] upright, And there is no perverseness in Him!
