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.
“For the leader of the music. A psalm of David.” To thee belongeth trust, to thee praise, O God in Zion! And to thee shall the vow be performed!
2 You hear our prayers; everyone comes to you.
O Thou that hearest prayer! To thee shall all flesh come!
3 Even though we're drowning in our sins and our disobedience, you forgive us.
My iniquities are heavy upon me; But thou wilt forgive 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!
Happy is he whom thou choosest, And bringest near thee to dwell in thy courts! May we be satisfied with the blessings of thy house, Thy 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.
By wonderful deeds dost thou answer us in thy goodness, O God, our salvation! Who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, And of the most distant seas!
6 You made the mountains by your power, for you have great strength.
Thou makest fast the mountains by thy power, Being girded with strength!
7 You calm the raging seas and crashing waves, you silence the noisy shouts of the nations.
Thou stillest the roar of the sea, The roar of its waves, And the tumult of the nations.
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 who dwell in the ends of the earth are awed by thy signs; Thou makest the outgoings of the morning and of the evening to rejoice!
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 enrichest it exceedingly; The river of God is full of water. Thou suppliest the earth with corn, When thou hast thus prepared it.
10 You fill the ploughed furrows with water, you soften the ridges; you bless the growing crops.
Thou waterest its furrows, And breakest down its ridges; Thou makest it soft with showers, And blessest its increase.
11 You make the high point of the year a wonderful harvest, filling the wagons with good things.
Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; Thy footsteps drop fruitfulness;
12 The pastures in the wilderness grow lush; the hillsides are clothed in bright flowers.
They drop it upon the pastures of the wilderness, And the hills are girded with gladness.
13 The meadows are covered with flocks of sheep, and the valleys with fields of grain. Everything triumphantly sings for joy.
The pastures are clothed with flocks, And the valleys are covered with corn; They shout, yea, they sing for joy.
