Classic Poem

Confitebor tibi Domine in toto corde meo.

All my cueur you exalteray
Lord, and if racompteray
All your works nonpareils,
That are worthy of great wonders.

In thee I wouldst resjouyr,
On Aultre solace wouldst not jouyr:
O Treshault I wouldst in song
Celebrate your autentique Name:

Pource by thy great 'under
My enemy is defeated enfuyt,
Desconfit body, and courage,
One look at your face.

Because you have so human este me
You have prins my cause in hand,
And you're sitting for my refuses
Pulpit, just as Judge.

You deffaict my foes,
The wicked to ruin mys:
Their fame for ever
You extinguished, and consumed.

Now then, cault enemy, and end
As you mys emprinse your end?
As you raze noz beautiful cities?
Their name is he dead with them?

No, not the God who is hault,
In realm, which never fault,
His Throsne compiled all conducive
To reason, and justice.

Here it deems just
The round earth entirely,
Weighing the causes droicture
Of every human creature.

And God will retraicte
The paovre, we will hunt,
Even its timely retraicte,
The hardest time of his fortune.

Which ceulx which congnoistront your name,
Asseurance in their toy mectront:
As Lord, to thee will addonne,
Point your goodness does not abandon.

Sing in exultation
To God, who dwells in Zion
Report a people of all guises
His great works, and exquisite.

Because the blood of righteous inquires,
Remember him, and required:
Never forget the clamor it
Of the afflicted, who beg.

Lord God, I disoys me,
Voy pity, that I have to esmoy
By my foes remplys of ire,
And no death from me:

Affin the middle of the enclosure
Zion I announce your bikes:
In struggling resjouyssance,
On Estre Recoux by your power.

Incontinent unhappy,
Cheutz are in a trap by deed eulx:
Their foot Mesme has come to take
The yarn, qu'ilz dared tender.

So is congneu immortal,
Having deed ung such judgment,
That was unfair Senty the oultrage,
And the evil of his own work.

Believe that the tousjours meschants
Will go low tresbuchants,
And all these foolish people
Who have no God in their thoughts.

But man humiliated paovre
Will never forget:
Never humble prosecuting the sentence,
The expectancy will be in vain.

Vien Lord your monster effort
That man is the strongest:
Your people to come face
Trial before thy face.

Lord God, who are immortal,
Tremble with fear the fay:
Give them congnoistre as
Nully of eulx is nothing, save man.