Psalmi 84
1 Kako su mili stanovi tvoji, Gospode nad silama!
The salm of the sones of Chore. Lord of vertues, thi tabernaclis ben greetli loued;
2 Gine duša moja želeæi u dvore Gospodnje; srce moje i tijelo moje otima se k Bogu živome.
my soule coueitith, and failith in to the porchis of the Lord. Myn herte and my fleische; ful out ioyeden in to quyk God.
3 I ptica nahodi kuæu, i lastavica gnijezdo sebi gdje leže ptiæe svoje, kod oltara tvojih, Gospode nad silama, care moj i Bože moj!
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.
4 Blago onima koji žive u domu tvom! Oni te hvale bez prestanka.
Lord, blessid ben thei that dwellen in thin hous; thei schulen preise thee in to the worldis of worldis.
5 Blago onima kojima je (sila) u tebi, i kojima su u srcu putovi tvoji!
Blessid is the man, whos help is of thee; he hath disposid stiyngis in his herte,
6 Iduæi dolinom plaèevnom, pretvaraju je u izvore, i dažd je odijeva blagoslovima.
in the valei of teeris, in the place which he hath set.
7 Idu zbor za zborom, javljaju se pred Bogom na Sionu.
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.
8 Gospode, Bože nad silama! usliši molitvu moju, Bože Jakovljev!
Lord God of vertues, here thou my preier; God of Jacob, perseyue thou with eeris.
9 Bože, branièu naš! sagni se i vidi lice pomazanika svojega!
God, oure defender, biholde thou; and biholde in to the face of thi crist.
10 Jer je bolje jedan dan u dvorima tvojim od hiljade. Volim biti na pragu doma Božijega nego živjeti u šatorima bezbožnièkim.
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.
11 Jer je Gospod Bog sunce i štit, Gospod daje blagodat i slavu; onima koji hode u bezazlenosti ne ukraæuje nijednoga dobra.
For God loueth merci and treuthe; the Lord schal yyue grace and glorie.
12 Gospode nad silama! blago èovjeku, koji se u te uzda!
He schal not depriue hem fro goodis, that gon in innocence; Lord of vertues, blessid is the man, that hopith in thee.
