Psalms 65

¹The titil of the fyue and sixtithe salm. To the victorie, the song of salm.

²Al the erthe, make ye ioie hertli to God, seie ye salm to his name; yyue ye glorie to his heriyng.

³Seie ye to God, Lord, thi werkis ben dredeful; in the multitude of thi vertu thin enemyes schulen lie to thee.

⁴God, al the erthe worschipe thee, and synge to thee; seie it salm to thi name.

⁵Come ye and se ye the werkis of God; ferdful in counseils on the sones of men.

⁶Which turnede the see in to drie lond; in the flood thei schulen passe with foot, there we schulen be glad in hym.

⁷Which is Lord in his vertu withouten ende, hise iyen biholden on folkis; thei that maken scharp be not enhaunsid in hem silf.

⁸Ye hethen men, blesse oure God; and make ye herd the vois of his preising.

⁹That hath set my soule to lijf, and yaf not my feet in to stiryng.

¹⁰For thou, God, hast preued vs; thou hast examyned vs bi fier, as siluer is examyned.

¹¹Thou leddist vs in to a snare, thou puttidist tribulaciouns in oure bak;

¹²thou settidist men on oure heedis. We passiden bi fier and water; and thou leddist vs out in to refreschyng.

¹³I schal entre in to thin hous in brent sacrifices; Y schal yelde to thee my vowis,

¹⁴which my lippis spaken distinctly. And my mouth spake in my tribulacioun;

¹⁵Y shal offre to thee brent sacrificis ful of merowy, with the brennyng of rammes; Y schal offre to thee oxis with buckis of geet.

¹⁶Alle ye that dreden God, come and here, and Y schal telle; hou grete thingis he hath do to my soule.

¹⁷I criede to hym with my mouth; and Y ioyede fulli vndir my tunge.

¹⁸If Y bihelde wickidnesse in myn herte; the Lord schal not here.

¹⁹Therfor God herde; and perseyuede the vois of my bisechyng.

²⁰Blessid be God; that remeued not my preyer, and `took not awei his merci fro me.

Psalms 65

¹Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Sion: and unto thee shall the vow be performed.

²O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee shall all flesh come.

³Iniquities prevail against me: as for our transgressions, thou shalt purge them away.

⁴Blessed is the man whom thou choosest, and causest to approach unto thee, that he may dwell in thy courts: we shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, even of thy holy temple.

⁵By terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation; who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of them that are afar off upon the sea:

⁶Which by his strength setteth fast the mountains; being girded with power:

⁷Which stilleth the noise of the seas, the noise of their waves, and the tumult of the people.

⁸They also that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens: thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.

⁹Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it: thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, which is full of water: thou preparest them corn, when thou hast so provided for it.

¹⁰Thou waterest the ridges thereof abundantly: thou settlest the furrows thereof: thou makest it soft with showers: thou blessest the springing thereof.

¹¹Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; and thy paths drop fatness.

¹²They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness: and the little hills rejoice on every side.

¹³The pastures are clothed with flocks; the valleys also are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, they also sing.