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Wycliffe's English Translation (1388)
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The Geneva Bible (1560)
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[1]The fyue and nyntithe salm hath no title. Singe ye a newe song to the Lord; al erthe, synge ye to the Lord. [1]Come, let us rejoice unto the Lord: let us sing aloud unto the rock of our salvation.
[2]Synge ye to the Lord, and blesse ye his name; telle ye his heelthe fro dai in to dai. [2]Let us come before his face with praise: let us sing loud unto him with Psalm Chapter.
[3]Telle ye his glorie among hethene men; hise merueilis among alle puplis. [3]For the Lord is a great God, and a great King above all gods.
[4]For the Lord is greet, and worthi to be preisid ful myche; he is ferdful aboue alle goddis. [4]In whose hand are the deep places of the earth, and the heights of the mountains are his:
[5]For alle the goddis of hethene men ben feendis; but the Lord made heuenes. [5]To whom the sea belongeth: for he made it, and his hands formed the dry land.
[6]Knouleching and fairnesse is in his siyt; hoolynesse and worthi doyng is in his halewing. [6]Come, let us worship and fall down, and kneel before the Lord our maker.
[7]Ye cuntrees of hethene men, brynge to the Lord, bringe ye glorye and onour to the Lord; [7]For he is our God, and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand: to day, if ye will hear his voice,
[8]bringe ye to the Lord glorie to hys name. Take ye sacrificis, and entre ye in to the hallis of hym; [8]Harden not your heart, as in Meribah, and as in the day of Massah in the wilderness.
[9]herie ye the Lord in his hooli halle. Al erthe be moued of his face; [9]Where your fathers tempted me, proved me, though they had seen my work.
[10]seie ye among hethene men, that the Lord hath regned. And he hath amendid the world, that schal not be moued; he schal deme puplis in equite. [10]Forty years have I contended with this generation, and said, They are a people that err in heart, for they have not known my ways.
[11]Heuenes be glad, and the erthe make ful out ioye, the see and the fulnesse therof be moued togidere; feeldis schulen make ioye, [11]Wherefore I swear in my wrath , saying, Surely they shall not enter into my rest.
Author: John Wycliffe (1328 – 1384)
Source: archive.org
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