Psalms 65
1 To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David: a Song. Praise waiteth for thee in silence, O God, in Zion; and unto thee shall the vow be performed.
For the music director. A psalm of David. A song. God, you deserve to be praised, and in Zion we will keep our promises to you.
2 O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee shall all flesh come.
You hear our prayers; everyone comes to you.
3 Iniquities have prevailed against me: our transgressions, thou wilt forgive them.
Even though we're drowning in our sins and our disobedience, you forgive us.
4 Blessed is he whom thou choosest and causest to approach: he shall dwell in thy courts. We shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, of thy holy temple.
Happy are those you choose to keep close to you, those who live in your courts! We are delighted with the blessings we receive in your house, your holy Temple!
5 By terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, thou confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of the distant regions of the sea. ...
In your goodness you answer us through the wonderful things you do, God of our salvation. You can be trusted by everyone on earth, including those sailing distant oceans.
6 Who by his strength established the mountains, being girded with power;
You made the mountains by your power, for you have great strength.
7 Who stilleth the raging of the seas, the raging of their waves, and the tumult of the peoples.
You calm the raging seas and crashing waves, you silence the noisy shouts of the nations.
8 And they that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens; thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.
Everyone, even those in distant lands, are amazed by the wonderful things you do, from the east to the west they sing for joy.
9 Thou hast visited the earth, thou hast watered it; thou greatly enrichest it: the river of God is full of water; thou providest their corn, when thou hast so prepared it:
You care for the earth and water it; you make it very productive. God, your river is full of water to grow the grain—this is what you have planned.
10 Thou dost satiate its furrows, thou smoothest its clods, thou makest it soft with showers; thou blessest the springing thereof.
You fill the ploughed furrows with water, you soften the ridges; you bless the growing crops.
11 Thou crownest the year with thy goodness, and thy paths drop fatness:
You make the high point of the year a wonderful harvest, filling the wagons with good things.
12 They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness, and the hills are girded with gladness.
The pastures in the wilderness grow lush; the hillsides are clothed in bright flowers.
13 The meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, yea, they sing.
The meadows are covered with flocks of sheep, and the valleys with fields of grain. Everything triumphantly sings for joy.
