Psalms 147
1 Alleluia. Praise the Lord, because the psalm is good. Delightful and beautiful praise shall be for our God.
Alleluya. Herie ye the Lord, for the salm is good; heriyng be myrie, and fair to oure God.
2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem. He will gather together the dispersed of Israel.
The Lord schal bilde Jerusalem; and schal gadere togidere the scateryngis of Israel.
3 He heals the contrite of heart, and he binds up their sorrows.
Which Lord makith hool men contrit in herte; and byndith togidere the sorewes of hem.
4 He numbers the multitude of the stars, and he calls them all by their names.
Which noumbrith the multitude of sterris; and clepith names to alle tho.
5 Great is our Lord, and great is his virtue. And of his wisdom, there is no number.
Oure Lord is greet, and his vertu is greet; and of his wisdom is no noumbre.
6 The Lord lifts up the meek, but he brings down the sinner, even to the ground.
The Lord takith vp mylde men; forsothe he makith low synneris `til to the erthe.
7 Sing before the Lord with confession. Play psalms to our God on a stringed instrument.
Bifore synge ye to the Lord in knoulechyng; seye ye salm to oure God in an harpe.
8 He covers heaven with clouds, and he prepares rain for the earth. He produces grass on the mountains and herbs for the service of men.
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 their food to beasts of burden and to young ravens that call upon him.
Which yyueth mete to her werk beestis; and to the briddys of crowis clepinge hym.
10 He will not have good will for the strength of the horse, nor will he be well pleased with 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 is well pleased with those who fear him and with those who hope in his mercy.
It is wel plesaunt to the Lord on men that dreden hym; and in hem that hopen on his mercy.
12 Alleluia. Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem. Praise your God, O Zion.
Jerusalem, herie thou the Lord; Syon, herie thou thi God.
13 For he has reinforced the bars of your gates. He has blessed your sons within you.
For he hath coumfortid the lockis of thi yatis; he hath blessid thi sones in thee.
14 He has stationed peace at your borders, and he has satisfied you with the fat of the grain.
Which hath set thi coostis pees; and fillith thee with the fatnesse of wheete.
15 He sends forth his eloquence to the earth. His word runs swiftly.
Which sendith out his speche to the erthe; his word renneth swiftli.
16 He provides snow like wool. He strews clouds like ashes.
Which yyueth snow as wolle; spredith abrood a cloude as aische.
17 He sends his ice crystals like morsels. Who can stand firm before the face of his cold?
He sendith his cristal as mussels; who schal suffre bifore the face of his cooldnesse?
18 He will send forth his word, and it will melt them. His Spirit will breathe out, and the waters will flow.
He schal sende out his word, and schal melte tho; his spirit schal blowe, and watris schulen flowe.
19 He announces his word to Jacob, his justices and his judgments to Israel.
Which tellith his word to Jacob; and hise riytfulnessis and domes to Israel.
20 He has not done so much for every nation, and he has not made his judgments manifest to them. Alleluia.
He dide not so to ech nacioun; and he schewide not hise domes to hem.
