1 WYC The title of the hundrid and thre and fourtithe salm. `A salm. Blessid be my Lord God, that techith myn hondis to werre; and my fyngris to batel. BSB BSB: Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
2 WYC Mi merci, and my refuyt; my takere vp, and my delyuerer. Mi defender, and Y hopide in him; and thou makist suget my puple vnder me. BSB BSB: He is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer. He is my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.
3 WYC Lord, what is a man, for thou hast maad knowun to him; ether the sone of man, for thou arettist him of sum valu? BSB BSB: O LORD, what is man, that You regard him, the son of man that You think of him?
4 WYC A man is maad lijk vanyte; hise daies passen as schadow. BSB BSB: Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
5 WYC Lord, bowe doun thin heuenes, and come thou doun; touche thou hillis, and thei schulen make smoke. BSB BSB: Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
6 WYC Leite thou schynyng, and thou schalt scatere hem; sende thou out thin arowis, and thou schalt disturble hem. BSB BSB: Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them; shoot Your arrows and rout them.
7 WYC Sende out thin hond fro an hiy, rauysche thou me out, and delyuere thou me fro many watris; and fro the hond of alien sones. BSB BSB: Reach down from on high; set me free and rescue me from the deep waters, from the grasp of foreigners,
8 WYC The mouth of which spak vanite; and the riythond of hem is the riyt hond of wickidnesse. BSB BSB: whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
9 WYC God, Y schal synge to thee a new song; I schal seie salm to thee in a sautre of ten stringis. BSB BSB: I will sing to You a new song, O God; on a harp of ten strings I will make music to You—
10 WYC Which yyuest heelthe to kingis; which ayen bouytist Dauid, thi seruaunt, fro the wickid swerd rauische thou out me. BSB BSB: to Him who gives victory to kings, who frees His servant David from the deadly sword.
11 WYC And delyuere thou me fro `the hond of alien sones; the mouth of whiche spak vanyte, and the riythond of hem is the riyt hond of wickidnesse. BSB BSB: Set me free and rescue me from the grasp of foreigners, whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
12 WYC Whose sones ben; as new plauntingis in her yongthe. The douytris of hem ben arayed; ourned about as the licnesse of the temple. BSB BSB: Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved to adorn a palace.
13 WYC The selers of hem ben fulle; bringinge out fro this vessel in to that. The scheep of hem ben with lambre, plenteuouse in her goingis out; BSB BSB: Our storehouses will be full, supplying all manner of produce; our flocks will bring forth thousands, tens of thousands in our fields.
14 WYC her kien ben fatte. `No falling of wal is, nether passing ouere; nether cry is in the stretis of hem. BSB BSB: Our oxen will bear great loads. There will be no breach in the walls, no going into captivity, and no cry of lament in our streets.
15 WYC Thei seiden, `The puple is blessid, that hath these thingis; blessid is the puple, whos Lord is the God of it. BSB BSB: Blessed are the people of whom this is so; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
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