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.

For the leader. A psalm of David. A song. It is seemly to praise you, O God, in Zion, and to you shall the vow be performed in Jerusalem.

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

O you who hear prayer, unto you shall all flesh come.

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

Our sins are too mighty for us, our transgressions you only can 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.

Happy the person who you choose to live beside you in your courts. O may we be filled with the joys of your house, of 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;

In dread deeds you loyally answer us, O God of our salvation, whom all ends of the earth put their trust in, and islands far away.

6 The God by whose strength the mountains are fixed; who is robed with power:

By your strength you establish the hills, you are armed with might;

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

you still the roaring of seas, and the turmoil of nations,

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.

so that those who live at earth’s bounds are awed at your signs: the lands of the sunrise and sunset you make to ring with joy.

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 visit and water the earth; you greatly enrich her with the river of God, which is full of water. You prepare the corn thereof,

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.

watering her furrows, settling her ridges; you make her soft with showers, and bless what grows thereon.

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

You crown the year with your goodness, your chariot tracks drip with fatness.

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

The desert pastures are lush, the hills greened 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 flocks, the valleys are covered with corn; they shout to each other and sing.