Psalms 147
1 Praise ye Yah, For it is good, to make melody to our GOD, —For it is delightful, seemly is praise!
Alleluya. Herie ye the Lord, for the salm is good; heriyng be myrie, and fair to oure God.
2 Yahweh, is building Jerusalem, The outcasts of Israel, will he gather together.
The Lord schal bilde Jerusalem; and schal gadere togidere the scateryngis of Israel.
3 He is healing the broken in heart, —and binding up their hurts.
Which Lord makith hool men contrit in herte; and byndith togidere the sorewes of hem.
4 Counting the number of the stars, To all of them—names, he giveth.
Which noumbrith the multitude of sterris; and clepith names to alle tho.
5 Great is our Lord, and of abounding strength, And, his knowledge, cannot be expressed.
Oure Lord is greet, and his vertu is greet; and of his wisdom is no noumbre.
6 Yahweh, relieveth the humbled! casting the lawless down to the earth.
The Lord takith vp mylde men; forsothe he makith low synneris `til to the erthe.
7 Respond to Yahweh with thanksgiving, Make melody to our God with the lyre.
Bifore synge ye to the Lord in knoulechyng; seye ye salm to oure God in an harpe.
8 Who covereth the heavens with clouds, preparing rain for the earth, who causeth the mountains to sprout grass:
Which hilith heuene with cloudis; and makith redi reyn to the erthe. Which bryngith forth hei in hillis; and eerbe to the seruice of men.
9 Giving, to the beast, its food, to the young ravens, when they cry.
Which yyueth mete to her werk beestis; and to the briddys of crowis clepinge hym.
10 Not in the strength of the horse, doth he delight, Not in the legs of a man, hath he pleasure:
He schal not haue wille in the strengthe of an hors; nether it schal be wel plesaunt to hym in the leggis of a man.
11 Yahweh, hath pleasure, in them who revere him, in them who wait for his lovingkindness.
It is wel plesaunt to the Lord on men that dreden hym; and in hem that hopen on his mercy.
12 Laud thou, O Jerusalem, Yahweh, Praise thy God, O Zion:
Jerusalem, herie thou the Lord; Syon, herie thou thi God.
13 For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy children in thy midst:
For he hath coumfortid the lockis of thi yatis; he hath blessid thi sones in thee.
14 Who maketh thy boundaries to be peace, With the marrow of wheat, doth he satisfy thee:
Which hath set thi coostis pees; and fillith thee with the fatnesse of wheete.
15 Who sendeth his utterance to the earth, How swiftly, runneth his word!
Which sendith out his speche to the erthe; his word renneth swiftli.
16 Who giveth snow like wool, Hoar-frost—like ashes, he scattereth:
Which yyueth snow as wolle; spredith abrood a cloude as aische.
17 Casting forth his ice like crumbs, Before his cold, who can stand?
He sendith his cristal as mussels; who schal suffre bifore the face of his cooldnesse?
18 He sendeth forth his word and melteth them, He causeth his wind to blow, the waters, stream along:
He schal sende out his word, and schal melte tho; his spirit schal blowe, and watris schulen flowe.
19 Declaring his word unto Jacob, His statutes and his regulations, unto Israel.
Which tellith his word to Jacob; and hise riytfulnessis and domes to Israel.
20 He hath not dealt so with any nation, and, his regulations, he maketh not known to them. Praise ye Yah!
He dide not so to ech nacioun; and he schewide not hise domes to hem.
