Psalms 65
1 “To the chief musician, a psalm [and] song of David.” For thee praise is waiting, O God, in Zion: and unto thee shall vows be paid.
To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. A Song. To Thee, silence — praise, O God, [is] in Zion, And to Thee is a vow completed.
2 O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee all flesh shall come.
Hearer of prayer, to Thee all flesh cometh.
3 The iniquitous things have become too mighty for me: our transgressions—these wilt thou wipe away.
Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions — Thou dost cover them.
4 Happy is he whom thou choosest, and causest to approach, that he may dwell in thy courts: let us be satisfied with the happiness of thy house, the holiness of thy temple.
O the happiness of [him whom] Thou choosest, And drawest near, he inhabiteth Thy courts, We are satisfied with the goodness of Thy house, Thy holy temple.
5 With terrific deeds in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of the sea, that are far away;
By fearful things in righteousness Thou answerest us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all far off ends of earth and sea.
6 Who setteth firmly the mountains by his power, who is girded with might;
Establishing mountains by His power, He hath been girded with might,
7 Who assuageth the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the tumult of nations.
Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.
8 And they that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid of thy wondrous signs: the outgoings of the morning and evening thou causest to rejoice.
And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts From Thy signs are afraid, The outgoings of morning and evening Thou causest to sing.
9 Thou hast thought of the earth, and waterest her abundantly; thou greatly enrichest her; the brook of God is full of water: thou preparest their corn, when thou hast thus prepared her.
Thou hast inspected the earth, and waterest it, Thou makest it very rich, the rivulet of God [is] full of water, Thou preparest their corn, When thus Thou dost prepare it,
10 Watering her furrows abundantly, smoothing down her ridges, thou softenest her with showers; thou blessest her growth.
Its ridges have been filled, Deepened hath been its furrow, With showers Thou dost soften it, Its springing up Thou blessest.
11 Thou hast crowned the year of thy goodness; and thy tracks drop fatness:
Thou hast crowned the year of Thy goodness, And Thy paths drop fatness.
12 The pastures of the wilderness are dropping [with plenty]: and the hills are girt with gladness.
Drop do the pastures of a wilderness, And joy of the heights Thou girdest on.
13 The meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are enveloped with corn: men shout for joy, [yea, ] they also sing.
Clothed have lambs the flock, And valleys are covered with corn, They shout — yea, they sing!
