[1]The `title of the hundred and fyue and fourtithe `salm. Alleluya.[2]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]nether in the sones of men, in whiche is noon helthe.[4]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]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]the see, and alle thingis that ben in tho.[7]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]the Lord liytneth blynde men. The Lord reisith men hurtlid doun; the Lord loueth iust men.[9]The Lord kepith comelyngis, he schal take vp a modirles child, and widewe; and he schal distrie the weies of synners.[10]The Lord schal regne in to the worldis; Syon, thi God schal regne in generacioun and in to generacioun.[11][No verse][12][No verse][13][No verse][14][No verse][15][No verse][16][No verse][17][No verse][18][No verse][19][No verse][20][No verse][21][No verse]