Classic Poem

Exultate justi in Domino, rectums

Resveillez you every one faithful,
Lead orendroit joy in God,
Praise is tresseante, & beautiful
In the mouth of the righteous:

The harp doulce
Hung in a sling
Praise the Lord,
Luz, of Espinettes,
Sainctes ditties
A play its name.

Sing to him by melody,
New to, new song
And that although there chanting,
A loud voice, and pleasant sound.

For what God control,
He says & control
Is just, and parfaict:
All it offers,
That deed, and has,
A trust deed is.

It ayme sovereign love,
That law reigns, justice & ayt place:
When all is said, the earth is full
The great goodness of God.

God through his word
Forma every one pole,
Heaven and precious,
Wind out of his mouth
Feit which Attouche
And adorns cieulx.

It has great water collected
In the sea, as ung vessel
To the abyss has mussees,
As in treasure: ung ung heap.

That all the earth
Redoubted this great God,
Feit that everything and nothing:
There is nobody,
Astonished that no one,
The landowner val.

For every thing he said
A beene faicte promptly
The obeyssance as sudden
A este, the command.

The Board, the influence
People he desbrise,
And MECT upside down:
Vain, and broken
It makes thoughts
The various peoples.

But divine providence
His advice knoweth perpetuate,
That her heart a foys think
Lasts forever, without moulting.

O gent bienheuree,
That any asseuree,
For his God holds:
Happy lineage,
God shared
Choysit, and holds.

The Lord God looks
Icy down the very top of cieulx:
It takes over the human guard
And sees wholes before his yeulx.

Its permanent Throsne,
Peaceful, equitable,
Its also clear yeulx
Fons to visit
Wholes ceulx living
In this icy world.

For him alone, without aultruy power
Forma their cueurs, Telz qu'ilz have
It is he alone who congnoissance
What are all their works.

Number of gensd'armes,
In assaultz not alarms,
Do saulvent Roy
Ny arm halberd,
The strong man guard
Mortal Desroy.

Celluy is wrong, which cuyde Estre
SAULVE by good horse, and strong:
It is not by its adextre force
That man escape in ung hard effort.

But the eye of God watches
On ceulx to wonder,
Who voulunte,
Craintifz the reverent:
Also hope that
As big 'goodness.

In order that their life it delivers,
When Death threaten them:
And it gives them the wherewithal to live
Time that famine will.

Doncques that our soul
The Lord reclame,
Expecting him.
It is nostre address,
Nostre fortress
Pavoys, & appuy.

And him big 'resjouyssance
In noz cueurs tousjours will,
Pourveu that the power haulte
His holy name we hope.

Or thy great goodness
Espande above us,
Nostre God, & Roy,
All well qu'entente,
Hope, and expectation
We have toy.