Psalms 65
1 Praise waiteth for thee, 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 prevail against me: as for our transgressions, thou shalt purge them away.
Even though we're drowning in our sins and our disobedience, you forgive us.
4 Blessed is the man whom thou choosest, and causest to approach unto thee, that he may dwell in thy courts: we shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, even 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; who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of them that are afar off upon 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 Which by his strength setteth fast the mountains; being girded with power:
You made the mountains by your power, for you have great strength.
7 Which stilleth the noise of the seas, the noise of their waves, and the tumult of the people.
You calm the raging seas and crashing waves, you silence the noisy shouts of the nations.
8 They also 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 visitest the earth, and waterest it: thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, which is full of water: thou preparest them grain, when thou hast so provided for 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 waterest the ridges thereof abundantly: thou settlest the furrows thereof: 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 little hills rejoice on every side.
The pastures in the wilderness grow lush; the hillsides are clothed in bright flowers.
13 The pastures are clothed with flocks; the valleys also are covered over with grain; they shout for joy, they also sing.
The meadows are covered with flocks of sheep, and the valleys with fields of grain. Everything triumphantly sings for joy.
