Psalms 108

1 A Song, a Melody: David’s. Fixed, is my heart, O God, I will sing and touch the strings, even mine honour.

The song of `the salm of Dauid. Min herte is redi, God, myn herte is redi; Y schal singe, and Y schal seie salm in my glorie.

2 Awake, O harp and lyre, I will awaken the dawn!

My glorie, ryse thou vp, sautrie and harp, rise thou vp; Y schal rise vp eerli.

3 I will thank thee among the peoples, O Yahweh, and will sing praise unto thee, among the tribes of men.

Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee among puplis; and Y schal seie salm to thee among naciouns.

4 For, great, above the heavens, is thy lovingkindness, and, as far as the skies, thy faithfulness.

For whi, God, thi merci is greet on heuenes; and thi treuthe is til to the cloudis.

5 Be thou exalted above the heavens, O God, And, above all the earth, be thy glory.

God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie ouer al erthe.

6 To the end thy beloved ones may be delivered, Oh save thou with thy right hand and answer me!

That thi derlingis be delyuerid, make thou saaf with thi riythond, and here me; God spak in his hooli.

7 God, hath spoken in his holiness, I will exult! I will apportion Shechem! And, the Vale of Succoth, will I measure out;

I schal make ful out ioye, and Y schal departe Siccimam; and Y schal mete the grete valei of tabernaclis.

8 Mine, is Gilead—mine, Manasseh, but, Ephraim, is the defence of my head, Judah, is my commander’s staff;

Galaad is myn, and Manasses is myn; and Effraym is the vptaking of myn heed. Juda is my king; Moab is the caudron of myn hope.

9 Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia, raise a shout of triumph.

In to Ydume Y schal stretche forth my scho; aliens ben maad frendis to me.

10 Who will conduct me to a fortified city? Who will lead me as far as Edom?

Who schal lede me forth in to a stronge citee; who schal lede me forth til in to Idume?

11 Hast not thou, O God, rejected us? and wilt not go forth, O God, with our hosts.

Whether not thou, God, that hast put vs awei; and, God, schalt thou not go out in oure vertues?

12 Grant us help out of distress, for, vain, is the deliverance of man:

Yyue thou help to vs of tribulacioun; for the heelthe of man is veyn.

13 In God, shall we do valiantly, He himself, therefore, shall tread down our adversaries.

We schulen make vertu in God; and he schal bringe oure enemyes to nouyt.