Psalms 65
1 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.
To him that excelleth. A Psalme or song of David. O God, praise waiteth for thee in Zion, and vnto thee shall the vowe be perfourmed.
2 You hear our prayers; everyone comes to you.
Because thou hearest the prayer, vnto thee shall all flesh come.
3 Even though we're drowning in our sins and our disobedience, you forgive us.
Wicked deedes haue preuailed against me: but thou wilt be mercifull vnto our transgressions.
4 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!
Blessed is he, whom thou chusest and causest to come to thee: he shall dwell in thy courtes, and we shall be satisfied with the pleasures of thine House, euen of thine holy Temple.
5 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.
O God of our saluation, thou wilt answere vs with fearefull signes in thy righteousnes, O thou the hope of all the ends of the earth, and of them that are farre off in the sea.
6 You made the mountains by your power, for you have great strength.
He stablisheth the mountaines by his power: and is girded about with strength.
7 You calm the raging seas and crashing waves, you silence the noisy shouts of the nations.
He appeaseth the noyse of the seas and the noyse of the waues thereof, and the tumults of the people.
8 Everyone, even those in distant lands, are amazed by the wonderful things you do, from the east to the west they sing for joy.
They also, that dwell in the vttermost parts of the earth, shalbe afraide of thy signes: thou shalt make the East and the West to reioyce.
9 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.
Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it: thou makest it very riche: the Riuer of God is full of water: thou preparest them corne: for so thou appointest it.
10 You fill the ploughed furrows with water, you soften the ridges; you bless the growing crops.
Thou waterest abundantly the furrowes thereof: thou causest the raine to descende into the valleies thereof: thou makest it soft with showres, and blessest the bud thereof.
11 You make the high point of the year a wonderful harvest, filling the wagons with good things.
Thou crownest ye yeere with thy goodnesse, and thy steppes droppe fatnesse.
12 The pastures in the wilderness grow lush; the hillsides are clothed in bright flowers.
They drop vpon the pastures of the wildernesse: and the hils shalbe compassed with gladnes.
13 The meadows are covered with flocks of sheep, and the valleys with fields of grain. Everything triumphantly sings for joy.
The pastures are clad with sheepe: the valleis also shalbe couered with corne: therefore they shoute for ioye, and sing.
