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.
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 You who hear prayer, to you all men will come.
You hear our prayers; everyone comes to you.
3 Sins overwhelmed me, but you atoned for our transgressions.
Even though we're drowning in our sins and our disobedience, you forgive us.
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.
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 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;
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 Who by his power forms the mountains, having armed yourself with strength;
You made the mountains by your power, for you have great strength.
7 who stills the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the turmoil of the nations.
You calm the raging seas and crashing waves, you silence the noisy shouts of the nations.
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.
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 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.
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 You drench its furrows. You level its ridges. You soften it with showers. You bless it with a crop.
You fill the ploughed furrows with water, you soften the ridges; you bless the growing crops.
11 You crown the year with your bounty. Your carts overflow with abundance.
You make the high point of the year a wonderful harvest, filling the wagons with good things.
12 The wilderness grasslands overflow. The hills are clothed with gladness.
The pastures in the wilderness grow lush; the hillsides are clothed in bright flowers.
13 The pastures are covered with flocks. The valleys also are clothed 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.
