Psalms 65

1 For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. A song. Praise awaits You, O God, in Zion; to You our vows will be fulfilled.

To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. A Song. To Thee, silence — praise, O God, [is] in Zion, And to Thee is a vow completed.

2 O You who listen to prayer, all people will come to You.

Hearer of prayer, to Thee all flesh cometh.

3 When iniquities prevail against me, You atone for our transgressions.

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

4 Blessed is the one You choose and bring near to dwell in Your courts! We are filled with the goodness of Your house, the holiness of Your temple.

O the happiness of [him whom] Thou choosest, And drawest near, he inhabiteth Thy courts, We are satisfied with the goodness of Thy house, Thy holy temple.

5 With awesome deeds of righteousness You answer us, O God of our salvation, the hope of all the ends of the earth and of the farthest seas.

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

6 You formed the mountains by Your power, having girded Yourself with might.

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

7 You stilled the roaring of the seas, the pounding of their waves, and the tumult of the nations.

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

8 Those who live far away fear Your wonders; You make the dawn and sunset shout for joy.

And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts From Thy signs are afraid, The outgoings of morning and evening Thou causest to sing.

9 You attend to the earth and water it; with abundance You enrich it. The streams of God are full of water, for You prepare our grain by providing for the earth.

Thou hast inspected the earth, and waterest it, Thou makest it very rich, the rivulet of God [is] full of water, Thou preparest their corn, When thus Thou dost prepare it,

10 You soak its furrows and level its ridges; You soften it with showers and bless its growth.

Its ridges have been filled, Deepened hath been its furrow, With showers Thou dost soften it, Its springing up Thou blessest.

11 You crown the year with Your bounty, and Your paths overflow with plenty.

Thou hast crowned the year of Thy goodness, And Thy paths drop fatness.

12 The pastures of the wilderness overflow; the hills are robed with joy.

Drop do the pastures of a wilderness, And joy of the heights Thou girdest on.

13 The pastures are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are decked with grain. They shout in triumph; indeed, they sing.

Clothed have lambs the flock, And valleys are covered with corn, They shout — yea, they sing!