Psalms 65
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David—a song. Thine, are silence [and] praise, O God, in Zion, —And, to thee, shall be paid the vow.
To 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.
2 Thou hearer of prayer! Unto thee, shall all flesh come.
Because thou hearest the prayer, vnto thee shall all flesh come.
3 Iniquitous things, have been too strong for me, As for our transgressions, wilt, thou, by propitiation remove them.
Wicked deedes haue preuailed against me: but thou wilt be mercifull vnto our transgressions.
4 How happy the man thou shalt choose and bring near! He shall abide in thy courts, —We shall be satisfied with, The blessing of thy house, The holiness of thy temple.
Blessed 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.
5 By things reverend in righteousness, wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all the ends of the earth, And of the sea far away;
O 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.
6 Who setteth fast the mountains by his strength, Being girded with might;
He stablisheth the mountaines by his power: and is girded about with strength.
7 Who stilleth, The noise of the seas, The noise of their rolling waves, and The tumult of races of men?
He appeaseth the noyse of the seas and the noyse of the waues thereof, and the tumults of the people.
8 Yea the dwellers in the uttermost parts have feared at thy tokens, The goings forth of morning and evening, thou causest to shout for joy.
They 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.
9 Thou hast visited the earth, and made it abound, Abundantly, dost thou enrich it—The channel of God, is full of waters, Thou preparest their corn, Yea, thus, dost thou prepare it:
Thou 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.
10 The ridges thereof, drenching, Settling the furrows thereof, With myriad drops, dost thou soften it, The sprouting thereof, doth thou bless.
Thou 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.
11 Thou hast set a crown upon thy year of bounty, And, thy tracks, drop fatness;
Thou crownest ye yeere with thy goodnesse, and thy steppes droppe fatnesse.
12 Fruitful are the pastures of the wilderness, And, with exultation, the hills do gird themselves.
They drop vpon the pastures of the wildernesse: and the hils shalbe compassed with gladnes.
13 Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.
The pastures are clad with sheepe: the valleis also shalbe couered with corne: therefore they shoute for ioye, and sing.
