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147:1	O prayse the Lord, for it is a good thing to synge prayse vnto oure God: yee a ioyfull and pleasaunt thynge is it to be thankfull.
147:2	The Lorde doth buylde vp Ierusalem, and shall gather to gether the outcastes of Israel.
147:3	He healeth those that ar broken in harte & gyueth medycine to heale ther sycknes.
147:4	He telleth the nombre of the starres, and calleth them all by ther names.
147:5	Greate is oure Lorde, and greate is hys power: yee hys wysdome is infynite.
147:6	The Lorde setteth vp the meke, and bryngeth the vngodly downe to the grounde.
147:7	O synge vnto the Lorde with thankesgeuynge, synge prayse vpon the harpe vnto oure God.
147:8	Whych couereth the heauen wyth cloudes, and prepareth rayne for the earth, and maketh the grasse to growe vpon the mountaynes.
147:9	Whych geueth fodre vnto the catell, & fedeth the yong rauens that call vpon hym.
147:10	He hath not pleasure in the strength of an horse, nether delyteth he in any mans legges.
147:11	But the Lordes delyte is in them that feare hym, and put their trust in hys mercy.
147:12	Prayse the Lord, O Ierusalem: prayse thy God, O Sion.
147:13	For he hath made fast the barres of thy gates, & hath blessed thy chyldren wythin the.
147:14	He maketh peace in thy borders, and fylleth the wyth the floure of wheate.
147:15	He sendeth forth hys commaundement vpon earth, and hys worde runneth very swyftly.
147:16	He geueth snowe lyke wolle, & scatereth the horefrost lyke ashes.
147:17	He casteth forth hys yse lyke morsels, who is able to abyde hys frost?
147:18	He sendeth out his worde & mealteth them, he bloweth with his wynd, and the waters flowe.
147:19	He sheweth hys worde vnto Iacob, hys statutes & ordinaunces vnto Israel.
147:20	He hath not dealte so wt anye nacyon, nether haue the heathen knowledge of hys lawes. Haleluiah.


147:1	It is wel plesaunt to the Lord on men that dreden hym; and in hem that hopen on his mercy.
147:2	Jerusalem, herie thou the Lord; Syon, herie thou thi God.
147:3	For he hath coumfortid the lockis of thi yatis; he hath blessid thi sones in thee.
147:4	Which hath set thi coostis pees; and fillith thee with the fatnesse of wheete.
147:5	Which sendith out his speche to the erthe; his word renneth swiftli.
147:6	Which yyueth snow as wolle; spredith abrood a cloude as aische.
147:7	He sendith his cristal as mussels; who schal suffre bifore the face of his cooldnesse?
147:8	He schal sende out his word, and schal melte tho; his spirit schal blowe, and watris schulen flowe.
147:9	Which tellith his word to Jacob; and hise riytfulnessis and domes to Israel.
147:10	He dide not so to ech nacioun; and he schewide not hise domes to hem.
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147:1	O prayse the LORDE, for it is a good thinge to synge prayses vnto or God: yee a ioyfull and pleasaunt thinge is it to be thankfull.
147:2	The LORDE shal buylde vp Ierusale, & gather together ye outcastes of Israel.
147:3	He healeth the contrite in herte, and byndeth vp their woundes.
147:4	He telleth the nombre of the starres, and calleth them all by their names.
147:5	Greate is or LORDE, and greate is his power, yee his wy?dome is infinite.
147:6	The LORDE setteth vp ye meke, & bryngeth ye vngodly downe to ye groude
147:7	O synge vnto ye LORDE wt thankesgeuynge, synge prayses vpo ye harpe vnto or God.
147:8	Which couereth ye heauen wt cloudes, prepareth rayne for ye earth, & maketh ye grasse to growe vpon the mountaynes.
147:9	Which geueth foder vnto ye catell, & fedeth ye yonge rauens yt call vpo him.
147:10	He hath no pleasure in the strength of an horse, nether delyteth he in eny mas legges.
147:11	But the LORDES delyte is in them that feare him, and put their trust in his mercy.
147:12	Prayse ye LORDE o Ierusale, prayse yi God o Sion.
147:13	For he maketh fast ye barres of yi gates, & blesseth yi childre within ye.
147:14	He maketh peace in yi borders, & fylleth ye with ye flor of wheate.
147:15	He sendeth forth his comaundemet vpo earth, his worde runeth swiftly.
147:16	He geueth snowe like woll, & scatereth ye horefrost like ashes.
147:17	He casteth forth his yse like morsels, who is able to abyde his frost?
147:18	He sendeth out his worde and melteth them, he bloweth wt his wynde, & the waters flowe.
147:19	He sheweth his worde vnto Iacob, his statutes & ordinaunces vnto Israel.
147:20	He hath not dealte so wt all the Heithen, nether haue they knowlege of his lawes. Halleluya.

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