Psalm 65

¹To him that excelleth. A Psalme or song of David. O God, praise waiteth for thee in Zion, and vnto thee shall the vowe be perfourmed.

²Because thou hearest the prayer, vnto thee shall all flesh come.

³Wicked deedes haue preuailed against me: but thou wilt be mercifull vnto our transgressions.

⁴Blessed is he, whom thou chusest and causest to come to thee: he shall dwell in thy courtes, and we shall be satisfied with the pleasures of thine House, euen of thine holy Temple.

⁵O God of our saluation, thou wilt answere vs with fearefull signes in thy righteousnes, O thou the hope of all the ends of the earth, and of them that are farre off in the sea.

⁶He stablisheth the mountaines by his power: and is girded about with strength.

⁷He appeaseth the noyse of the seas and the noyse of the waues thereof, and the tumults of the people.

⁸They also, that dwell in the vttermost parts of the earth, shalbe afraide of thy signes: thou shalt make the East and the West to reioyce.

⁹Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it: thou makest it very riche: the Riuer of God is full of water: thou preparest them corne: for so thou appointest it.

¹⁰Thou waterest abundantly the furrowes thereof: thou causest the raine to descende into the valleies thereof: thou makest it soft with showres, and blessest the bud thereof.

¹¹Thou crownest ye yeere with thy goodnesse, and thy steppes droppe fatnesse.

¹²They drop vpon the pastures of the wildernesse: and the hils shalbe compassed with gladnes.

¹³The pastures are clad with sheepe: the valleis also shalbe couered with corne: therefore they shoute for ioye, and sing.