Psalms 65

1 To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. A Song. It is right for you, O God, to have praise in Zion: to you let the offering be made.

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 To you, O hearer of prayer, let the words of all flesh come.

Hearer of prayer, all flesh comes to You.

3 Evils have overcome us: but as for our sins, you will take them away.

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

4 Happy is the man of your selection, to whom you give a resting-place in your house; we will be full of the good things out of your holy place.

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 You will give us an answer in righteousness by great acts of power, O God of our salvation; you who are the hope of all the ends of the earth, and of the far-off lands of 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 The God by whose strength the mountains are fixed; who is robed with power:

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

7 Who makes the loud voice of the sea quiet, and puts an end to the sound of its waves.

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

8 Those in the farthest parts of the earth have fear when they see your signs: the outgoings of the morning and evening are glad because of you.

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

9 You have given your blessing to the earth, watering it and making it fertile; the river of God is full of water: and having made it ready, you give men grain.

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 make the ploughed lands full of water; you make smooth the slopes: you make the earth soft with showers, sending your blessing on its growth.

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

11 The year is crowned with the good you give; life-giving rain is dropping from your footsteps,

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

12 Falling on the grass of the waste land: and the little hills are glad on every side.

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

13 The grass-land is thick with flocks; the valleys are full of grain; they give glad cries and songs of joy.

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