1 Praise YAH! For it is good to make music unto our God, for it is pleasant, and praise is beautiful.2 Jehovah builds up Jerusalem; He gathers together the outcasts of Israel.3 He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.4 He counts the number of the stars; He calls them all by name.5 Great is our Lord, and of great power; His understanding is infinite.6 Jehovah lifts up the lowly; He casts the wicked down to the ground.7 Sing unto Jehovah with thanksgiving; make music with the harp to our God,8 who covers the heavens with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass to grow on the mountains.9 He gives to the beast its food, and to the young ravens that cry out.10 He does not delight in the strength of the horse; He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.11 Jehovah takes pleasure in those who fear Him, in those who hope in His mercy.12 Praise Jehovah, O Jerusalem! Boast in your God, O Zion!13 For He has strengthened the bars of your gates; He has blessed your children within you.14 He makes peace in your borders, and fills you with the finest wheat.15 He sends forth His command upon the earth; His Word runs very swiftly.16 He gives snow like wool; He scatters the frost like ashes;17 He casts out His hail like morsels; who can stand before His cold?18 He sends out His Word and melts them; He causes His wind to blow, and the waters flow.19 He declares His Word unto Jacob, His Statutes and His justice unto Israel.20 He has not dealt thus with any other nation; and they have not known His justice. Praise YAH!

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.