< Psalms 65 >
1 TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. A SONG. To You, silence [and] praise, O God, in Zion, And to You a vow is completed.
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 Hearer of prayer, all flesh comes to You.
You hear our prayers; everyone comes to you.
3 Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions—You cover them.
Even though we're drowning in our sins and our disobedience, you forgive us.
4 O the blessedness of [him whom] You choose, And draw near, he inhabits Your courts, We are satisfied with the goodness of Your house, Your 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 fearful things in righteousness You answer us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all far off The ends of the earth and 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 Establishing mountains by His power, He has been girded with might,
You made the mountains by your power, for you have great strength.
7 Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.
You calm the raging seas and crashing waves, you silence the noisy shouts of the nations.
8 And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts Are afraid from Your signs, You cause the outgoings of morning and evening to sing.
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 You have inspected the earth, and water it, You make it very rich, the stream of God [is] full of water, You prepare their grain, When thus You prepare 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 Its ridges have been filled, Its furrow has been deepened, You soften it with showers, Its springing up You bless.
You fill the ploughed furrows with water, you soften the ridges; you bless the growing crops.
11 You have crowned the year of Your goodness, And Your paths drop fatness.
You make the high point of the year a wonderful harvest, filling the wagons with good things.
12 The pastures of a wilderness drop, And You gird the hills with joy.
The pastures in the wilderness grow lush; the hillsides are clothed in bright flowers.
13 The meadows are clothed with the flock, And valleys are covered with grain, They shout—indeed, they sing!
The meadows are covered with flocks of sheep, and the valleys with fields of grain. Everything triumphantly sings for joy.