Psalms 107 – The Redeemed Give Thanks
Four pictures of distress and rescue, each closing with thanks for the LORD's goodness.
This psalm opens with the call of Psalms 107:1 for the redeemed to say so, then paints four scenes of trouble and rescue: desert wanderers, shackled prisoners, the sick near death, and sailors tossed on stormy seas.
The `title of the hundrid and seuenthe salm. The song of `the salm of Dauid.
Min herte is redi, God, myn herte is redi; Y schal singe, and Y schal seie salm in my glorie.
My glorie, ryse thou vp, sautrie and harp, rise thou vp; Y schal rise vp eerli.
Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee among puplis; and Y schal seie salm to thee among naciouns.
For whi, God, thi merci is greet on heuenes; and thi treuthe is til to the cloudis.
God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie ouer al erthe.
That thi derlingis be delyuerid, make thou saaf with thi riythond, and here me; God spak in his hooli.
I schal make ful out ioye, and Y schal departe Siccimam; and Y schal mete the grete valei of tabernaclis.
Galaad is myn, and Manasses is myn; and Effraym is the vptaking of myn heed. Juda is my king; Moab is the caudron of myn hope.
In to Ydume Y schal stretche forth my scho; aliens ben maad frendis to me.
Who schal lede me forth in to a stronge citee; who schal lede me forth til in to Idume?
Whether not thou, God, that hast put vs awei; and, God, schalt thou not go out in oure vertues?
Yyue thou help to vs of tribulacioun; for the heelthe of man is veyn.
We schulen make vertu in God; and he schal bringe oure enemyes to nouyt.