Psalms 65

1 [For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. A song.] Praise awaits you, God, in Zion. And to you shall vows be performed.

١ لِقَائِدِ الْمُنْشِدِينَ. مَزْمُورٌ لِدَاوُدَ تَسْبِيحَةٌ. نَشِيدٌ لَكَ يَنْبَغِي التَّسْبِيحُ فِي صِهْيَوْنَ يَا اللهُ، وَلَكَ يُوْفَى النَّذْرُ.

2 You who hear prayer, to you all men will come.

٢ يَا سَامِعَ الصَّلاةِ إِلَيْكَ يُقْبِلُ كُلُّ إِنْسَانٍ.

3 Sins overwhelmed me, but you atoned for our transgressions.

٣ قَدْ غَلَبَتِ الآثَامُ عَلَيَّ. أَنْتَ وَحْدَكَ تُكَفِّرُ عَنْهَا.

4 Blessed is the one you choose and bring near, that he may dwell in your courts. We will be filled with the goodness of your house, your holy temple.

٤ طُوبَى لِمَنْ تَخْتَارُهُ وَتُقَرِّبُهُ لِيَسْكُنَ فِي دِيَارِكَ. فَنَشْبَعُ مِنْ خَيْرَاتِ بَيْتِكَ، خَيْرَاتِ هَيْكَلِكَ الْمُقَدَّسِ.

5 By awesome deeds of righteousness, you answer us, God of our salvation. You who are the hope of every part of the earth, of those who are far away on the sea;

٥ بِعَجَائِبَ تَسْتَجِيبُ لَنَا أَيُّهَا الإِلَهُ مُخَلِّصُنَا، يَا مَنْ عَلَيْهِ تَتَوَكَّلُ جَمِيعُ أَقَاصِي الأَرْضِ وَأَطْرَافِ الْبَحْرِ الْبَعِيدَةِ.

6 Who by his power forms the mountains, having armed yourself with strength;

٦ الْمُرَسِّخُ الْجِبَالَ بِقُوَّتِهِ، وَالْمُتَنَطِّقُ بِالْقُدْرَةِ.

7 who stills the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the turmoil of the nations.

٧ الْمُهَدِّئُ اضْطِرَابَ الْبِحَارِ، عَجِيجَ الأَمْوَاجِ، وَضَجِيجَ الأُمَمِ.

8 They also who dwell in faraway places are afraid at your wonders. You call the morning's dawn and the evening with songs of joy.

٨ يَخَافُ السَّاكِنُونَ فِي الأَمَاكِنِ الْبَعِيدَةِ مِنْ آيَاتِكَ الْعَجِيبَةِ. فَإِنَّكَ تَجْعَلُ مَطَالِعَ الصُّبْحِ وَمَغَارِبَ الْمَسَاءِ تَتَرَنَّمُ.

9 You visit the earth, and water it. You greatly enrich it. The river of God is full of water. You provide them grain, for so you have ordained it.

٩ تَعَهَّدْتَ الأَرْضَ وَجَعَلْتَهَا تَفِيضُ غَيْثاً، فَأَخْصَبْتَهَا. مَجْرَى نَهْرِ اللهِ دَافِقٌ بِالْمَاءِ فَتَفِيضُ الأَرْضُ بِالْمَحَاصِيلِ.

10 You drench its furrows. You level its ridges. You soften it with showers. You bless it with a crop.

١٠ تُرْوِي أَتْلامَهَا (خُطُوطَ الْمِحْرَاثِ) وَتُسَوِّي رَوَابِيَهَا، فَتُلَيِّنُهَا وَتُبَارِكُ غَلَّتَهَا.

11 You crown the year with your bounty. Your carts overflow with abundance.

١١ كَلَّلْتَ السَّنَةَ بِجُودِكَ، وَآثَارُ صَنَائِعِكَ تَفِيضُ خِصْباً.

12 The wilderness grasslands overflow. The hills are clothed with gladness.

١٢ تَمُوجُ مَرَاعِي الْبَرِّيَّةِ بِالْخَيْرِ، وَتَكْتَسِي التِّلالُ بِالْبَهْجَةِ.

13 The pastures are covered with flocks. The valleys also are clothed with grain. They shout for joy. They also sing.

١٣ تَتَغَطَّى الْمُرُوجُ بِالْقُطْعَانِ، وَتَتَوَشَّحُ الْوِدْيَانُ بِالْحِنْطَةِ، فَيَهْتِفُ لَكَ الْكُلُّ فَرَحاً وَتَسْبِيحاً.