[1]It is wel plesaunt to the Lord on men that dreden hym; and in hem that hopen on his mercy.[2]Jerusalem, herie thou the Lord; Syon, herie thou thi God.[3]For he hath coumfortid the lockis of thi yatis; he hath blessid thi sones in thee.[4]Which hath set thi coostis pees; and fillith thee with the fatnesse of wheete.[5]Which sendith out his speche to the erthe; his word renneth swiftli.[6]Which yyueth snow as wolle; spredith abrood a cloude as aische.[7]He sendith his cristal as mussels; who schal suffre bifore the face of his cooldnesse?[8]He schal sende out his word, and schal melte tho; his spirit schal blowe, and watris schulen flowe.[9]Which tellith his word to Jacob; and hise riytfulnessis and domes to Israel.[10]He dide not so to ech nacioun; and he schewide not hise domes to hem.[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]