Psalms 145
Psalms chapter 145 from the John Wycliffe Bible (c.1395)
1 Oure helpe is in the name of the Lord; that made heuene and erthe.
3 The title of the hundrid and foure and twentithe salm. The song of greces. Thei that tristen in the Lord ben as the hil of Syon; he schal not be moued with outen ende,
4 that dwellith in Jerusalem. Hillis ben in the cumpas of it, and the Lord is in the cumpas of his puple; fro this tyme now and in to the world.
5 For the Lord schal not leeue the yerde of synneris on the part of iust men; that iust men holde not forth her hondis to wickidnesse.
6 Lord, do thou wel; to good men, and of riytful herte.
7 But the Lord schal lede them that bowen in to obligaciouns, with hem that worchen wickidnesse; pees be on Israel.
9 The title of the hundrid and fyue and twentithe salm. The song of grecis. Whanne the Lord turnede the caitifte of Sion; we weren maad as coumfortid.
10 Thanne oure mouth was fillid with ioye; and oure tunge with ful out ioiyng. Thanne thei schulen seie among hethene men; The Lord magnefiede to do with hem.
11 The Lord magnefiede to do with vs; we ben maad glad.
12 Lord, turne thou oure caitifte; as a stronde in the south.
13 Thei that sowen in teeris; schulen repe in ful out ioiyng.
14 Thei goynge yeden, and wepten; sendynge her seedis. But thei comynge schulen come with ful out ioiyng; berynge her handfullis.
17 The title of the hundrid and sixe and twentithe salm. The song of greces of Salomon. No but the Lord bilde the hous; thei that bilden it han trauelid in veyn. No but the Lord kepith the citee; he wakith in veyn that kepith it.</span> <span class="verse" data-verse="18"><sup>18</sup> It is veyn to you to rise bifore the liyt; rise ye after that ye han sete, that eten the breed of sorewe. Whanne he schal yyue sleep to his loued; lo!</span> <span class="verse" data-verse="19"><sup>19</sup> the eritage of the Lord is sones, the mede is the fruyt of wombe.
20 As arowis ben in the hond of the miyti; so the sones of hem that ben schakun out.
21 Blessid is the man, that hath fillid his desier of tho; he schal not be schent, whanne he schal speke to hise enemyes in the yate.