Psalms 65
1 `To victorie, `the salm of the song of Dauid. God, heriyng bicometh thee in Syon; and a vow schal be yolden to thee in Jerusalem.
For the leader. A psalm of David. A song. It is seemly to praise you, O God, in Zion, and to you shall the vow be performed in Jerusalem.
2 Here thou my preier; ech man schal come to thee.
O you who hear prayer, unto you shall all flesh come.
3 The wordis of wickid men hadden the maistrye ouer vs; and thou schalt do merci to oure wickidnessis.
Our sins are too mighty for us, our transgressions you only can cover them.
4 Blessid is he, whom thou hast chose, and hast take; he schal dwelle in thin hallis. We schulen be fillid with the goodis of thin hous;
Happy the person who you choose to live beside you in your courts. O may we be filled with the joys of your house, of your holy temple.
5 thi temple is hooli, wondurful in equite. God, oure heelthe, here thou vs; thou art hope of alle coostis of erthe, and in the see afer.
In dread deeds you loyally answer us, O God of our salvation, whom all ends of the earth put their trust in, and islands far away.
6 And thou makest redi hillis in thi vertu, and art gird with power;
By your strength you establish the hills, you are armed with might;
7 which disturblist the depthe of the see, the soun of the wawis therof.
you still the roaring of seas, and the turmoil of nations,
8 Folkis schulen be disturblid, and thei that dwellen in the endis schulen drede of thi signes; thou schalt delite the outgoingis of the morewtid and euentid.
so that those who live at earth’s bounds are awed at your signs: the lands of the sunrise and sunset you make to ring with joy.
9 Thou hast visitid the lond, and hast greetli fillid it; thou hast multiplied to make it riche. The flood of God was fillid with watris; thou madist redi the mete of hem, for the makyng redi therof is so.
You visit and water the earth; you greatly enrich her with the river of God, which is full of water. You prepare the corn thereof,
10 Thou fillynge greetli the stremes therof, multiplie the fruytis therof; the lond bringinge forth fruytis schal be glad in goteris of it.
watering her furrows, settling her ridges; you make her soft with showers, and bless what grows thereon.
11 Thou schalt blesse the coroun of the yeer of thi good wille; and thi feeldis schulen be fillid with plentee of fruytis.
You crown the year with your goodness, your chariot tracks drip with fatness.
12 The feire thingis of desert schulen wexe fatte; and litle hillis schulen be cumpassid with ful out ioiyng.
The desert pastures are lush, the hills greened with joy.
13 The wetheris of scheep ben clothid, and valeis schulen be plenteuouse of wheete; thei schulen crye, and sotheli thei schulen seye salm.
The meadows are clothed with flocks, the valleys are covered with corn; they shout to each other and sing.
