«
Wycliffe's English Translation (1388)
Wyc
The Geneva Bible (1560)
Geneva
[[To him that excelleth upon Gittith.] A Psalm Chapter committed to the sons of Korah.]
[1]The title of the foure and eiytetithe salm. Of the sones of Chore. [1]O Lord of hosts, how amiable are thy tabernacles!
[2]Lord, thou hast blessid thi lond; thou hast turned awei the caitifte of Jacob. [2]My soul longeth, yea, and fainteth for the courts of the Lord: for mine heart and my flesh rejoice in the living God.
[3]Thou hast foryoue the wickidnesse of thi puple; thou hast hilid alle the synnes of hem. [3]Yea, the sparrow hath found her an house, and the swallow a nest for her, where she may lay her young: even by thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.
[4]Thou hast aswagid al thin ire; thou hast turned awei fro the ire of thin indignacioun. [4]Blessed are they that dwell in thine house: they will ever praise thee. Selah.
[5]God, oure helthe, conuerte thou vs; and turne awei thin ire fro vs. [5]Blessed is the man, whose strength is in thee, and in whose heart are thy ways.
[6]Whether thou schalt be wrooth to vs withouten ende; ether schalt thou holde forth thin ire fro generacioun in to generacioun? [6]They going through the vale of Baca, make wells therein: the rain also covereth the pools.
[7]God, thou conuertid schalt quykene vs; and thi puple schal be glad in thee. [7]They go from strength to strength, till every one appear before God in Zion.
[8]Lord, schewe thi merci to vs; and yyue thin helthe to vs. [8]O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: hearken, O God of Jacob. Selah.
[9]I schal here what the Lord God schal speke in me; for he schal speke pees on his puple. And on hise hooli men; and on hem that ben turned to herte. [9]Behold, O God, our shield, and look upon the face of thine anointed.
[10]Netheles his helthe is niy men dredynge him; that glorie dwelle in oure lond. [10]For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand other where: I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tabernacles of wickedness.
[11]Merci and treuthe metten hem silf; riytwisnesse and pees weren kissid. [11]For the Lord God is the sun and shield unto us: the Lord will give grace and glory, and no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.
[12]Treuthe cam forth of erthe; and riytfulnesse bihelde fro heuene. [12]O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in thee.
Author: John Wycliffe (1328 – 1384)
Source: archive.org
Top