[1]The title of the thre and eiytetithe salm. The salm of the sones of Chore.[2]Lord of vertues, thi tabernaclis ben greetli loued;[3]my soule coueitith, and failith in to the porchis of the Lord. Myn herte and my fleische; ful out ioyeden in to quyk God.[4]For whi a sparewe fyndith an hous to it silf; and a turtle fyndith a neste to it silf, where it `schal kepe hise bryddis. Lord of vertues, thin auteris; my king, and my God.[5]Lord, blessid ben thei that dwellen in thin hous; thei schulen preise thee in to the worldis of worldis.[6]Blessid is the man, whos help is of thee; he hath disposid stiyngis in his herte,[7]in the valei of teeris, in the place which he hath set.[8]For the yyuer of the lawe schal yyue blessyng, thei schulen go fro vertu in to vertu; God of goddis schal be seyn in Sion.[9]Lord God of vertues, here thou my preier; God of Jacob, perseyue thou with eeris.[10]God, oure defender, biholde thou; and biholde in to the face of thi crist.[11]For whi o dai in thin hallis is bettere; than a thousynde. I chees to be `an out cast in the hous of my God; more than to dwelle in the tabernaclis of synneris.[12]For God loueth merci and treuthe; the Lord schal yyue grace and glorie.[13]He schal not depriue hem fro goodis, that gon in innocence; Lord of vertues, blessid is the man, that hopith in thee.[14][No verse][15][No verse][16][No verse][17][No verse][18][No verse]