Psalms 66

1 To the chaunter, a Psalme of Dauyd. O be ioyfull in God, all ye landes, 2 synge prayses vnto the honoure of his name, make hys prayse to be gloryous. 3 Saye vnto God: O howe wonderful are thy worckes? thorowe the greatenesse of thy power shall thine enemyes be confounded. 4 O that all the worlde woulde worshippe the, synge of the, and prayse thy name. Selah 5 O come hyther and beholde the worckes of God, which is so wonderful in his doinges amonge the chyldren of men. 6 He turned the sea into drye lande, so that they wente thorow the water on fote: therefore wyll we reioyse in him. 7 He ruleth wyth hys power for euer, hys eyes beholde the people: the rennagates shall not be able to exalte them selues. Selah. 8 O magnyfye oure God, ye people, make the voyce of his prayse to be hearde. 9 Whych holdeth oure soule in life, and suffreth not our fete to slyppe. 10 For thou, O God, hast proued vs, thou hast tryed vs lyke as syluer is tryed. 11 Thou hast broughht vs into captyuyty, & layed trouble vpon oure loynes. 12 Thou haste suffred men to ryde ouer oure heades, we went thorow fyre and water, but thou hast broughte vs out, and refreshed vs. 13 Therfore wyll I go into thy house wyth brentoffrynges, to paye the my vowes, 14 which I promysed with my lippes, and spake wyth my mouth, when I was in trouble. 15 I wyll offer vnto the fat brentsacrifyces wyth the smoke of rammes, I wyl offer bullockes and goates. Selah. 16 O come hither, and herken, all ye that feare God, I wyll tell you, what he hath done for my soule. 17 I called vnto hym wyth my mouthe, and gaue hym prayses wyth my toung. 18 If I enclyne vnto wyckednesse wyth my herte, the Lorde wyll not heare me. 19 Therfore God hath herde me, and consydred the voyce of my prayer. 20 Praysed be God, which hath not cast out my prayer, ner turned his mercy fro me.