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.