Psalms 144

¹The title of the hundrid and foure and fourtithe salm. `The ympne of Dauith. Mi God king, Y schal enhaunse thee; and Y schal blesse thi name in to the world, and in to the world of world.

²Bi alle daies Y schal blesse thee; and Y schal herie thi name in to the world, and in to the world of the world.

³The Lord is greet, and worthi to be preisid ful myche; and noon ende is of his greetnesse.

⁴Generacioun and generacioun schal preise thi werkis; and thei schulen pronounse thi power.

⁵Thei schulen speke `the greet doyng of the glorie of thin holynesse; and thei schulen telle thi merueils.

⁶And thei schulen seye the vertu of thi ferdful thingis; and thei schulen telle thi greetnesse.

⁷Thei schulen bringe forth the mynde of the abundaunce of thi swetnesse; and thei schulen telle with ful out ioiyng thi riytfulnesse.

⁸The Lord is a merciful doere, and merciful in wille; paciente, and myche merciful.

⁹The Lord is swete in alle thingis; and hise merciful doyngis ben on alle hise werkis.

¹⁰Lord, alle thi werkis knouleche to thee; and thi seyntis blesse thee.

¹¹Thei schulen seie the glorie of thi rewme; and thei schulen speke thi power.

¹²That thei make thi power knowun to the sones of men; and the glorie of the greetnesse of thi rewme.

¹³Thi rewme is the rewme of alle worldis; and thi lordschipe is in al generacioun and in to generacioun. The Lord is feithful in alle hise wordis; and hooli in alle hise werkis.

¹⁴The Lord liftith vp alle that fallen doun; and reisith alle men hurtlid doun.

¹⁵Lord, the iyen of alle beestis hopen in thee; and thou yyuest the mete of hem in couenable tyme.

¹⁶Thou openest thin hond; and thou fillist ech beeste with blessing.

¹⁷The Lord is iust in alle hise weies; and hooli in alle hise werkis.

¹⁸The Lord is niy to alle that inwardli clepen him; to alle that inwardli clepen him in treuthe.

¹⁹He schal do the wille of hem, that dreden him, and he schal here the biseching of hem; and he schal make hem saaf.

²⁰The Lord kepith alle men louynge him; and he schal leese alle synners.

²¹Mi mouth schal speke the heriyng of the Lord; and ech man blesse his hooli name in to the world, and in to the world of world.

Psalms 144

¹Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:

²My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.

³Lord, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!

⁴Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.

⁵Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

⁶Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.

⁷Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;

⁸Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.

¹⁰It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.

¹¹Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:

¹²That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:

¹³That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:

¹⁴That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.

¹⁵Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the Lord.