Psalms 147
1 Give praise to the Lord; for it is good to make melody to our God; praise is pleasing and beautiful.
Alleluya. Herie ye the Lord, for the salm is good; heriyng be myrie, and fair to oure God.
2 The Lord is building up Jerusalem; he makes all the outlaws of Israel come together.
The Lord schal bilde Jerusalem; and schal gadere togidere the scateryngis of Israel.
3 He makes the broken-hearted well, and puts oil on their wounds.
Which Lord makith hool men contrit in herte; and byndith togidere the sorewes of hem.
4 He sees the number of the stars; he gives them all their names.
Which noumbrith the multitude of sterris; and clepith names to alle tho.
5 Great is our Lord, and great his power; there is no limit to his wisdom.
Oure Lord is greet, and his vertu is greet; and of his wisdom is no noumbre.
6 The Lord gives help to the poor in spirit; but he sends sinners down in shame.
The Lord takith vp mylde men; forsothe he makith low synneris `til to the erthe.
7 Make songs of praise to the Lord; make melody to our God with instruments of music.
Bifore synge ye to the Lord in knoulechyng; seye ye salm to oure God in an harpe.
8 By his hand the heaven is covered with clouds and rain is stored up for the earth; he makes the grass tall on the mountains.
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 He gives food to every beast, and to the young ravens in answer to their cry.
Which yyueth mete to her werk beestis; and to the briddys of crowis clepinge hym.
10 He has no delight in the strength of a horse; he takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.
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 The Lord takes pleasure in his worshippers, and in those whose hope is in his mercy.
It is wel plesaunt to the Lord on men that dreden hym; and in hem that hopen on his mercy.
12 Give praise to the Lord, O Jerusalem; give praise to your God, O Zion.
Jerusalem, herie thou the Lord; Syon, herie thou thi God.
13 He has made strong the iron bands of your doors; he has sent blessings on your children inside your walls.
For he hath coumfortid the lockis of thi yatis; he hath blessid thi sones in thee.
14 He gives peace in all your land, making your stores full of fat grain.
Which hath set thi coostis pees; and fillith thee with the fatnesse of wheete.
15 He sends out his orders to the earth; his word goes out quickly.
Which sendith out his speche to the erthe; his word renneth swiftli.
16 He gives snow like wool; he sends out ice-drops like dust.
Which yyueth snow as wolle; spredith abrood a cloude as aische.
17 He sends down ice like raindrops: water is made hard by his cold.
He sendith his cristal as mussels; who schal suffre bifore the face of his cooldnesse?
18 At the outgoing of his word, the ice is turned to water; when he sends out his wind, there is a flowing of waters.
He schal sende out his word, and schal melte tho; his spirit schal blowe, and watris schulen flowe.
19 He makes his word clear to Jacob, teaching Israel his laws and his decisions.
Which tellith his word to Jacob; and hise riytfulnessis and domes to Israel.
20 He has not done these things for any other nation: and as for his laws, they have no knowledge of them. Let the Lord be praised.
He dide not so to ech nacioun; and he schewide not hise domes to hem.
