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 Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. A song.] Praise awaits you, God, in Zion. And to you shall vows be performed.

2 Here thou my preier; ech man schal come to thee.

You who hear prayer, to you all men will come.

3 The wordis of wickid men hadden the maistrye ouer vs; and thou schalt do merci to oure wickidnessis.

Sins overwhelmed me, but you atoned for our transgressions.

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;

Blessed is the one you choose and bring near, that he may dwell in your courts. We will be filled with the goodness of your house, 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.

By awesome deeds of righteousness, you answer us, God of our salvation. You who are the hope of every part of the earth, of those who are far away on the sea;

6 And thou makest redi hillis in thi vertu, and art gird with power;

Who by his power forms the mountains, having armed yourself with strength;

7 which disturblist the depthe of the see, the soun of the wawis therof.

who stills the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the turmoil of the 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.

They also who dwell in faraway places are afraid at your wonders. You call the morning's dawn and the evening with songs of 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 the earth, and water it. You greatly enrich it. The river of God is full of water. You provide them grain, for so you have ordained it.

10 Thou fillynge greetli the stremes therof, multiplie the fruytis therof; the lond bringinge forth fruytis schal be glad in goteris of it.

You drench its furrows. You level its ridges. You soften it with showers. You bless it with a crop.

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 bounty. Your carts overflow with abundance.

12 The feire thingis of desert schulen wexe fatte; and litle hillis schulen be cumpassid with ful out ioiyng.

The wilderness grasslands overflow. The hills are clothed with gladness.

13 The wetheris of scheep ben clothid, and valeis schulen be plenteuouse of wheete; thei schulen crye, and sotheli thei schulen seye salm.

The pastures are covered with flocks. The valleys also are clothed with grain. They shout for joy. They also sing.