Psalms 65

1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. A song. Praise waits for you, God, in Zion. Vows shall be performed to you.

١ لِقَائِدِ الْمُنْشِدِينَ. مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ تَسْبِيحَةٌ. نَشِيدٌ لَكَ يَنْبَغِي التَّسْبِيحُ فِي صِهْيَوْنَ يَا اللهُ، وَلَكَ يُوْفَى النَّذْرُ.

2 You who hear prayer, all men will come to you.

٢ يَا سَامِعَ الصَّلاةِ إِلَيْكَ يُقْبِلُ كُلُّ إِنْسَانٍ.

3 Sins overwhelmed me, but you atoned for our transgressions.

٣ قَدْ غَلَبَتِ الآثَامُ عَلَيَّ. أَنْتَ وَحْدَكَ تُكَفِّرُ عَنْهَا.

4 Blessed is the one whom you choose and cause to come near, that he may live in your courts. We will be filled with the goodness of your house, your holy temple.

٤ طُوبَى لِمَنْ تَخْتَارُهُ وَتُقَرِّبُهُ لِيَسْكُنَ فِي دِيَارِكَ. فَنَشْبَعُ مِنْ خَيْرَاتِ بَيْتِكَ، خَيْرَاتِ هَيْكَلِكَ الْمُقَدَّسِ.

5 By awesome deeds of righteousness, you answer us, God of our salvation. You who are the hope of all the ends of the earth, of those who are far away on the sea.

٥ بِعَجَائِبَ تَسْتَجِيبُ لَنَا أَيُّهَا الإِلَهُ مُخَلِّصُنَا، يَا مَنْ عَلَيْهِ تَتَوَكَّلُ جَمِيعُ أَقَاصِي الأَرْضِ وَأَطْرَافِ الْبَحْرِ الْبَعِيدَةِ.

6 By your power, you form the mountains, having armed yourself with strength.

٦ الْمُرَسِّخُ الْجِبَالَ بِقُوَّتِهِ، وَالْمُتَنَطِّقُ بِالْقُدْرَةِ.

7 You still the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the turmoil of the nations.

٧ الْمُهَدِّئُ اضْطِرَابَ الْبِحَارِ، عَجِيجَ الأَمْوَاجِ، وَضَجِيجَ الأُمَمِ.

8 They also who dwell in faraway places are afraid at your wonders. You call the morning’s dawn and the evening with songs of joy.

٨ يَخَافُ السَّاكِنُونَ فِي الأَمَاكِنِ الْبَعِيدَةِ مِنْ آيَاتِكَ الْعَجِيبَةِ. فَإِنَّكَ تَجْعَلُ مَطَالِعَ الصُّبْحِ وَمَغَارِبَ الْمَسَاءِ تَتَرَنَّمُ.

9 You visit the earth, and water it. You greatly enrich it. The river of God is full of water. You provide them grain, for so you have ordained it.

٩ تَعَهَّدْتَ الأَرْضَ وَجَعَلْتَهَا تَفِيضُ غَيْثاً، فَأَخْصَبْتَهَا. مَجْرَى نَهْرِ اللهِ دَافِقٌ بِالْمَاءِ فَتَفِيضُ الأَرْضُ بِالْمَحَاصِيلِ.

10 You drench its furrows. You level its ridges. You soften it with showers. You bless it with a crop.

١٠ تُرْوِي أَتْلامَهَا (خُطُوطَ الْمِحْرَاثِ) وَتُسَوِّي رَوَابِيَهَا، فَتُلَيِّنُهَا وَتُبَارِكُ غَلَّتَهَا.

11 You crown the year with your bounty. Your carts overflow with abundance.

١١ كَلَّلْتَ السَّنَةَ بِجُودِكَ، وَآثَارُ صَنَائِعِكَ تَفِيضُ خِصْباً.

12 The wilderness grasslands overflow. The hills are clothed with gladness.

١٢ تَمُوجُ مَرَاعِي الْبَرِّيَّةِ بِالْخَيْرِ، وَتَكْتَسِي التِّلالُ بِالْبَهْجَةِ.

13 The pastures are covered with flocks. The valleys also are clothed with grain. They shout for joy! They also sing.

١٣ تَتَغَطَّى الْمُرُوجُ بِالْقُطْعَانِ، وَتَتَوَشَّحُ الْوِدْيَانُ بِالْحِنْطَةِ، فَيَهْتِفُ لَكَ الْكُلُّ فَرَحاً وَتَسْبِيحاً.