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. 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 You hear our prayers; everyone comes to you.
O you who hear prayer, unto you shall all flesh come.
3 Even though we're drowning in our sins and our disobedience, you forgive us.
Our sins are too mighty for us, our transgressions you only can cover them.
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 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 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.
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 You made the mountains by your power, for you have great strength.
By your strength you establish the hills, you are armed with might;
7 You calm the raging seas and crashing waves, you silence the noisy shouts of the nations.
you still the roaring of seas, and the turmoil of 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.
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 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.
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 fill the ploughed furrows with water, you soften the ridges; you bless the growing crops.
watering her furrows, settling her ridges; you make her soft with showers, and bless what grows thereon.
11 You make the high point of the year a wonderful harvest, filling the wagons with good things.
You crown the year with your goodness, your chariot tracks drip with fatness.
12 The pastures in the wilderness grow lush; the hillsides are clothed in bright flowers.
The desert pastures are lush, the hills greened with joy.
13 The meadows are covered with flocks of sheep, and the valleys with fields of grain. Everything triumphantly sings for joy.
The meadows are clothed with flocks, the valleys are covered with corn; they shout to each other and sing.
