1To the chief musician, a psalm and song of David.¶ 2For thee praise is waiting, O God, in Zion: and unto thee shall vows be paid. 3O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee all flesh shall come. 4The iniquitous things have become too mighty for me: our transgressions—these wilt thou wipe away. 5Happy 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. 6With 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; 7Who setteth firmly the mountains by his power, who is girded with might; 8Who assuageth the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the tumult of nations. 9And they that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid of thy wondrous signs: the outgoings of the morning and evening thou causest to rejoice. 10Thou 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. 11Watering her furrows abundantly, smoothing down her ridges, thou softenest her with showers; thou blessest her growth. 12Thou hast crowned the year of thy goodness; and thy tracks drop fatness: 13The pastures of the wilderness are dropping with plenty: and the hills are girt with gladness. The meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are enveloped with corn: men shout for joy, yea, they also sing.