Psalms 147

1 Hallelujah; for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is comely; [him] becometh praise.

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

2 The Lord buildeth up Jerusalem: the outcasts of Israel will he gather together;

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

3 He that healeth the broken-hearted, and bindeth up their hurts;

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

4 Who counteth the number of the stars; who calleth them all by [their] names.

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

5 Great is our Lord, and abundant in power: his understanding is immeasurable.

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

6 The Lord helpeth up the meek: he bringeth down the wicked to the ground.

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

7 Lift up a song unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praises unto our God with the harp;

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

8 Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who causeth grass to grow upon 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 Who giveth to the beast its food, to the young ravens which cry.

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

10 Not in the strength of the horse hath he delight: nor in the [swiftness of the] legs of man taketh 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 The Lord taketh pleasure in those that fear him, that wait for his kindness.

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

12 Glorify, O Jerusalem, the Lord: 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 the midst of thee;

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

14 He who bestoweth peace in thy borders, who satisfieth thee with the best of wheat;

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

15 He who sendeth forth his decree unto the earth: how swiftly speedeth his word along!

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

16 He who dispenseth snow like wool; who streweth about the hoarfrost like ashes;

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

17 He who casteth down his ice like pieces: before his cold who can stand?

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

18 He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and waters run along.

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

19 He declareth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his ordinances unto Israel.

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

20 He hath not done so unto any nation: and [his] ordinances— these they know not. Hallelujah.

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