Psalms 147

1 Praise YAH! For [it is] good to praise our God, For pleasant—lovely [is] praise.

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

2 YHWH [is] building Jerusalem, He gathers the driven away of Israel.

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

3 Who is giving healing to the broken of heart, And is binding up their griefs.

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

4 Appointing the number of the stars, He gives names to all of them.

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

5 Our Lord [is] great, and abundant in power, There is no narration of His understanding.

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

6 YHWH is causing the meek to stand, Making the wicked low to the earth.

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

7 Answer to YHWH with thanksgiving, Sing to our God with a harp.

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

8 Who is covering the heavens with clouds, Who is preparing rain for the earth, Who is causing grass to spring up [on] 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 Giving to the beast its food, To the young of the ravens that call.

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

10 He does not delight in the might of the horse, He is not pleased 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 YHWH is pleased with those fearing Him, With those waiting 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, YHWH, Praise your God, O Zion.

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

13 For He strengthened the bars of your gates, He has blessed your sons in your midst.

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

14 Who is making your border peace, He satisfies you [with] the fat of wheat.

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

15 Who is sending forth His saying [on] earth, His word runs very speedily.

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

16 Who is giving snow like wool, He scatters hoarfrost as ashes.

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

17 Casting forth His ice like morsels, Who stands before His cold?

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

18 He sends forth His word and melts them, He causes His wind to blow—the waters flow.

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

19 Declaring His words to Jacob, His statutes and His judgments to Israel.

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

20 He has not done so to any nation, As for judgments, they have not known them. Praise YAH!

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