1To victory, the psalm of the song of David. God, praising becometh thee in Zion; and a vow shall be yielded to thee in Jerusalem.

2Hear thou my prayer; each man shall come to thee.

3The words of wicked men had the mastery over us; and thou shalt do mercy to our wickednesses.

4Blessed is he, whom thou hast chosen, and hast taken; he shall dwell in thy foreyards. We shall be [ful] filled with the goods of thine house; thy temple is holy,

5wonderful in equity. God, our health, hear thou us; thou art hope of all coasts of earth, and in the sea afar.

6And thou makest ready hills in thy virtue, and art girded with power;

7which troublest the depth of the sea, the sound of the waves thereof. Folks shall be troubled,

8and they that dwell in the ends shall dread of thy signs; thou shalt delight the outgoings of the morrow-tide and eventide.

9Thou hast visited the land, and hast greatly filled it; thou hast multiplied to make it rich. The flood of God was [full-]filled with waters; thou madest ready the meat of them, for the making ready thereof is so.

10Thou filling greatly the streams thereof, multiply the fruits thereof; the land bringing forth fruits shall be glad in the gutters of it.

11Thou shalt bless the crown of the year of thy good will; and thy fields shall be [full-]filled with plenty of fruits.

12The fair things of desert shall wax fat; and little hills shall be encom-passed with full out joying.

13The wethers of sheep be clothed, and valleys shall be plenteous of wheat; they shall cry out, and soothly they shall say praising or psalm.