Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; and thy paths drop fatness.
Ver. 11. Thou crownest the year with thy goodness] While each month produceth its several fruits or commodities; so that the whole is, as it were, a crown royal; but especially a year of extraordinary plenty, such as was the last of Queen Mary, when wheat was sold for five shillings a quarter, malt for four shillings and eightpence, and a bushel of rye for fourpence (Mr Clark's Martyrol.).
Thy paths drop] Thy wagon tracks; the clouds are God's chariot; or, wheresoever thou passest there is plenty.