To the chiefe musition, the psalme of Dauid, a song. O Lorde thou wylt be greatly praysed in Sion: and vnto thee shal vowes be perfourmed

Thou that hearest a prayer: vnto thee shall all fleshe come.

My misdeedes haue preuayled against me: oh be thou mercifull vnto our wicked transgressions.

Blessed is the man whom thou choosest and receauest vnto thee: he shall dwell in thy court, and we shalbe satisfied with the goodnes of thy house, euen of thy holy temple.

Thou wylt heare vs, doyng wonderfull thinges in righteousnes O Lorde of our saluation: thou art the hope of all endes of the earth, and of them that dwell farre of at the sea coast.

Thou art he who in his strength setleth fast the mountaines: and is gyrded about with power.

Who stilleth the raging of the sea, and the noyse of his waues: and the vprore of the people.

They also that dwel in the vtmost partes of the earth be afrayde at thy signes: thou makest them reioyce at the going foorth of the morning and euenyng.

Thou visitest the earth, and thou makest it ouerflowne, thou enrichest it greatly: the riuer of God is full of water, thou preparest their corne, for so thou ordaynest it.

Thou waterest her forowes, thou breakest downe her hillockes: thou makest it soft with the drops of rayne, and blessest the increase of it.

Thou crownest the yere with thy goodnes: and thy cloudes drop fatnes.

They drop vpon the dwellinges of the wyldernesse: and hilles be compassed with ioy.

The downes be couered with sheepe: the valleys stande thicke with corne so that they showte for ioy and also sing.