1 To the chiefe musician, a Psalme and song of Dauid. 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.