[To the chiefe musician,
a Psalme and song of Dauid.]
1
Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Sion: and vnto thee shall the vowe be performed.
2
O thou that hearest prayer, vnto thee shall all flesh come.
3
Iniquities preuaile against me: as for our transgressions, thou shalt purge them away.
4
Blessed is the man whom thou choosest and causest to approach vnto thee, that hee may dwell in thy Courts: we shalbe satisfied with the goodnesse of thy house, euen of thy holy temple.
5
By terrible things in righteousnesse, wilt thou answere vs, O God of our saluation: who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of them that are a farre off vpon the sea.
6
Which by his strength setteth fast the mountaines;
being girded with power.
7
Which stilleth the noise of the seas;
the noise of their waues, and the tumult of the people.
8
They also that dwell in the vttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens: thou makest the outgoings of the morning, and euening to reioyce.
9
Thou visitest the earth and waterest it: thou greatly inrichest it with the riuer of God which is full of water;
thou preparest them corne, when thou hast so prouided for it.
10
Thou waterest the ridges thereof abundantly: thou settlest the furrowes thereof: thou makest it soft with showres, thou blessest the springing thereof.
11
Thou crownest the yeere with thy goodnesse;
and thy paths drop fatnesse.
12
They drop vpon the pastures of the wildernesse;
and the little hilles reioyce on euery side.
13
The pastures are cloathed with flockes;
the valleis also are couered ouer with corne;
they shout for ioy, they also sing.