Psalms 146

1 Praise ye Yah, Praise, O my soul, Yahweh.

Alleluya.

2 I will praise Yahweh while I live! I will make melody to my God while I continue!

Mi soule, herie thou the Lord; Y schal herie the Lord in my lijf, Y schal synge to my God as longe as Y schal be. Nile ye triste in princis;

3 Do not ye trust in nobles, in a son of man who hath no deliverance:

nether in the sones of men, in whiche is noon helthe.

4 His spirit, goeth forth, he returneth to his ground, In that very day, his thoughts perish.

The spirit of hym schal go out, and he schal turne ayen in to his erthe; in that dai alle the thouytis of hem schulen perische.

5 How happy is he that hath the GOD of Jacob as his help, whose hope, is on Yahweh his God: —

He is blessid, of whom the God of Jacob is his helpere, his hope is in his Lord God, that made heuene and erthe;

6 Who made The heavens and the earth, The sea and all that is therein, Who keepeth faithfulness to times age-abiding:

the see, and alle thingis that ben in tho.

7 Who executeth justice for the oppressed, who giveth food to the famishing, Yahweh, who liberateth prisoners;

Which kepith treuthe in to the world, makith dom to hem that suffren wrong; yyueth mete to hem that ben hungri. The Lord vnbyndith feterid men;

8 Yahweh, who opened [the eyes of] the blind, Yahweh, who raiseth the prostrate, Yahweh, who loveth the righteous;

the Lord liytneth blynde men. The Lord reisith men hurtlid doun; the Lord loueth iust men.

9 Yahweh, who preserveth sojourners, The fatherless and widows, he relieveth, —but, the way of the lawless, he overturneth.

The Lord kepith comelyngis, he schal take vp a modirles child, and widewe; and he schal distrie the weies of synners.

10 Yahweh, will reign, to times age-abiding, Thy God, O Zion, to generation after generation. Praise ye Yah!

The Lord schal regne in to the worldis; Syon, thi God schal regne in generacioun and in to generacioun.