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.

TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. A SONG. To You, silence [and] praise, O God, in Zion, And to You a vow is completed.

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

Hearer of prayer, all flesh comes to You.

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

Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions—You cover them.

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.

O the blessedness of [him whom] You choose, And draw near, he inhabits Your courts, We are satisfied with the goodness of Your house, Your holy temple.

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.

By fearful things in righteousness You answer us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all far off The ends of the earth and sea.

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

Establishing mountains by His power, He has been girded with might,

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

Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.

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.

And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts Are afraid from Your signs, You cause the outgoings of morning and evening to sing.

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.

You have inspected the earth, and water it, You make it very rich, the stream of God [is] full of water, You prepare their grain, When thus You prepare it,

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

Its ridges have been filled, Its furrow has been deepened, You soften it with showers, Its springing up You bless.

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

You have crowned the year of Your goodness, And Your paths drop fatness.

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

The pastures of a wilderness drop, And You gird the hills with joy.

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

The meadows are clothed with the flock, And valleys are covered with grain, They shout—indeed, they sing!