Pseaulme Vingtquatriesme

Domini is terra, & plenitudo.

The earth belongs to the Lord,
Everything that contains its roundness,
And ceulx who live in it.
Sea foundation gave him;
The enriched, and surrounded it
Maint tresbelle river.

But his Montaigne is a saint place:
Who will doncq Mont God?
Who is this, that there will instead?
Man hands & cueur washed
In non esleve vanities,
And who has not sworn in fallacy.

Man as God the beneira:
God's saulveur the munira
Of mercy, and clemency.
This is the generation
Seeking, seeking affection
The God of Jacob presence.

Haulsez voz portaulx large testes,
Huys eternelz, stand haultz,
If enter the King of glory.
Who is this King so glorious?
This is the very victorious God,
The war is stronger than peult believe.

Haulsez voz portaulx large testes,
Huys eternelz hold you haultz,
If enter the King of glory.
Who is this King so glorious?
God of victorious arms
It's him, the King of glory qui'est.
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