Fill up plentifully the streams thereof, multiply its fruits; * it shall spring up and rejoice in its showers.
Thou shalt bless with Thy goodness the crown of the year: * and Thy fields shall be filled with plenty The beautiful places of the wilderness shall grow fat; * and the hills shall be girded about with joy.
The rams of the flock are clothed, and the vales shall abound with corn: * they shall shout, yea, they shall sing a hymn.
Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,* and let perpetual light shine on them.
Ant. Hear my prayer, O Lord, all flesh shall come to Thee.
PSALM LXII
Ant. Thy right hand.
O God, my God: * to Thee I watch from the morning light.
For Thee my soul hath thirsted: * for Thee my flesh, O how much!
In a desert land, and where there is no way, and no water: * so in the sanctuary have I come before Thee, to see Thy power and Thy glory.
