Psalms 147

1 Praise the Lord, for it's good to sing praises to our God! Praise is wonderful and beautiful!

Alleluya. Herie ye the Lord, for the salm is good; heriyng be myrie, and fair to oure God.

2 The Lord is rebuilding Jerusalem, gathering together the people of Israel who have been scattered.

The Lord schal bilde Jerusalem; and schal gadere togidere the scateryngis of Israel.

3 He heals the broken-hearted, and bandages the wounded.

Which Lord makith hool men contrit in herte; and byndith togidere the sorewes of hem.

4 He knows how many stars he made, and commands all of them by name.

Which noumbrith the multitude of sterris; and clepith names to alle tho.

5 Our Lord is great! His power is immense! There's no limit to what he understands!

Oure Lord is greet, and his vertu is greet; and of his wisdom is no noumbre.

6 The Lord helps those who are bowed down to get up; but he grinds the wicked into the ground.

The Lord takith vp mylde men; forsothe he makith low synneris `til to the erthe.

7 Sing thanks to the Lord! Sing praises to our God with a harp!

Bifore synge ye to the Lord in knoulechyng; seye ye salm to oure God in an harpe.

8 He covers the sky with clouds to bring rain to the earth, and makes the grass grow on the hills.

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 the animals, and to the baby ravens when they call.

Which yyueth mete to her werk beestis; and to the briddys of crowis clepinge hym.

10 The Lord doesn't appreciate the strength of war-horses or value human power.

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 What the Lord values are those who follow him, those who put their confidence in his trustworthy love.

It is wel plesaunt to the Lord on men that dreden hym; and in hem that hopen on his mercy.

12 Jerusalem, praise the Lord! Zion, praise your God!

Jerusalem, herie thou the Lord; Syon, herie thou thi God.

13 He makes the bars on your city gates strong, and blesses your children around you.

For he hath coumfortid the lockis of thi yatis; he hath blessid thi sones in thee.

14 He keeps the borders of your land safe from attack; he provides you with plenty of the finest wheat.

Which hath set thi coostis pees; and fillith thee with the fatnesse of wheete.

15 He sends his commands around the world—they're quickly implemented.

Which sendith out his speche to the erthe; his word renneth swiftli.

16 He sends snow as white as wool, and scatters frost like ashes.

Which yyueth snow as wolle; spredith abrood a cloude as aische.

17 He throws hail like stones. Who can stand the cold he sends?

He sendith his cristal as mussels; who schal suffre bifore the face of his cooldnesse?

18 Then he sends out his command and it melts; he blows on it and the water flows.

He schal sende out his word, and schal melte tho; his spirit schal blowe, and watris schulen flowe.

19 He proclaims his word to Jacob; his rules and laws to Israel.

Which tellith his word to Jacob; and hise riytfulnessis and domes to Israel.

20 He has not done this for any other nation—they don't know his laws. Praise the Lord!

He dide not so to ech nacioun; and he schewide not hise domes to hem.