1To the chief musician, a psalmand song of David. For thee praise is waiting, O God, in Zion: and unto thee shall vows be paid. 2O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee all flesh shall come. 3The iniquitous things have become too mighty for me: our transgressions––these wilt thou wipe away. 4Happy is he whom thou choosest, and causest to approach, that he may dwell in thy courts: let us be satisfied with the happiness of thy house, the holiness of thy temple. 5With terrific deeds in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of the sea, that are far away; 6Who setteth firmly the mountains by his power, who is girded with might; 7Who assuageth the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the tumult of nations. 8And they that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid of thy wondrous signs: the outgoings of the morning and evening thou causest to rejoice. 9Thou hast thought of the earth, and waterest her abundantly; thou greatly enrichest her; the brook of God is full of water: thou preparest their corn, when thou hast thus prepared her. 10Watering her furrows abundantly, smoothing down her ridges, thou softenest her with showers; thou blessest her growth. 11Thou hast crowned the year of thy goodness; and thy tracks drop fatness: 12The pastures of the wilderness are dropping with plenty: and the hills are girt with gladness. 13The meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are enveloped with corn: men shout for joy, yea, they also sing.