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.
Ki he Takimuʻa, ko e Saame mo e Hiva ʻa Tevita. ʻE ʻOtua, ʻoku tatali ʻae fakamālō kiate koe ʻi Saione: pea ʻe fai kiate koe ʻae fuakava.
2 You hear our prayers; everyone comes to you.
ʻA koe ʻoku ke ongoʻi ʻae lotu, ʻe aʻu atu kiate koe ʻae kakai kotoa pē.
3 Even though we're drowning in our sins and our disobedience, you forgive us.
ʻOku mālohi kiate au ʻae ngaahi hia: pea ko ʻemau ngaahi talangataʻa te ke fakamaʻa ia ke ʻosi.
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!
ʻOku monūʻia ia ʻaia ʻoku ke fili, mo ke fakaofi ia kiate koe, koeʻuhi ke ne nofo ʻi ho lotoʻā: temau fiemālie ʻi he lelei ʻo ho fale, ʻio, ʻo ho faletapu māʻoniʻoni.
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.
ʻE ʻOtua ko homau fakamoʻui, te ke talia ʻakimautolu ʻi he ngaahi meʻa fakamanavahē ʻi he māʻoniʻoni; ʻa koe ko e ʻamanaki leleiʻanga ʻoe ngaahi ngataʻanga kotoa pē ʻo māmani, pea mo kinautolu ʻoku mamaʻo atu ʻi he tahi:
6 You made the mountains by your power, for you have great strength.
ʻAia ʻoku ne fokotuʻumaʻu ʻae ngaahi moʻunga ʻi hono mālohi; kuo nonoʻo ʻaki ʻae māfimafi:
7 You calm the raging seas and crashing waves, you silence the noisy shouts of the nations.
ʻAia ʻoku ne lolomi ʻae longoaʻa ʻoe ngaahi tahi, ko e longoaʻa ʻoe ngaahi peau, mo e maveuveu ʻoe kakai.
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.
Pea ʻoku manavahē ʻi ho ngaahi fakaʻilonga ʻakinautolu ʻoku nofo ʻi he ngaahi potu mamaʻo: ʻoku ke fakafiefiaʻi ʻae ngaahi ʻaluʻanga ʻoe pongipongi mo e efiafi.
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.
ʻOku ke ʻaʻahi ki he fonua, ʻo fakaviviku ia: ʻoku ke fakakoloa lahi ʻaki ia ʻae vaitafe ʻoe ʻOtua, ʻaia ʻoku pito ʻi he vai: ʻoku ke teuʻi ʻenau meʻakai, hili hoʻo tokonaki pehē ki ai.
10 You fill the ploughed furrows with water, you soften the ridges; you bless the growing crops.
ʻOku ke fakaviviku lahi hono tafungofunga ʻo ia: ʻoku ke pule ke tō ʻae ʻuha ki hono ngaahi keli: ʻoku ke fakamolū ʻaki ia ʻae ʻuha tuʻu mo tō: ʻoku ke tāpuaki hono tupu ʻo ia.
11 You make the high point of the year a wonderful harvest, filling the wagons with good things.
ʻOku ke tatā ʻaki ʻae taʻu ʻa hoʻo angalelei; pea ʻoku ngangana mei ho ngaahi hala ʻae momona.
12 The pastures in the wilderness grow lush; the hillsides are clothed in bright flowers.
ʻOku ngangana ia ki he ngaahi potu mohuku ʻoe toafa: pea fiefia ʻae ngaahi tafungofunga ʻi he potu kotoa pē.
13 The meadows are covered with flocks of sheep, and the valleys with fields of grain. Everything triumphantly sings for joy.
Kuo fakakofuʻaki ʻae fanga sipi ʻae ngaahi potu mohuku; pea kuo ʻufiʻufi foki ʻae ngaahi luo ʻaki ʻae uite; ʻoku nau kalanga ʻi he fiefia, ʻoku nau hiva foki.
