Psalms 65
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David—a song. Thine, are silence [and] praise, O God, in Zion, —And, to thee, shall be paid the vow.
For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. A song. Praise awaits You, O God, in Zion; to You our vows will be fulfilled.
2 Thou hearer of prayer! Unto thee, shall all flesh come.
O You who listen to prayer, all people will come to You.
3 Iniquitous things, have been too strong for me, As for our transgressions, wilt, thou, by propitiation remove them.
When iniquities prevail against me, You atone for our transgressions.
4 How happy the man thou shalt choose and bring near! He shall abide in thy courts, —We shall be satisfied with, The blessing of thy house, The holiness of thy temple.
Blessed is the one You choose and bring near to dwell in Your courts! We are filled with the goodness of Your house, the holiness of Your temple.
5 By things reverend in righteousness, wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all the ends of the earth, And of the sea far away;
With awesome deeds of righteousness You answer us, O God of our salvation, the hope of all the ends of the earth and of the farthest seas.
6 Who setteth fast the mountains by his strength, Being girded with might;
You formed the mountains by Your power, having girded Yourself with might.
7 Who stilleth, The noise of the seas, The noise of their rolling waves, and The tumult of races of men?
You stilled the roaring of the seas, the pounding of their waves, and the tumult of the nations.
8 Yea the dwellers in the uttermost parts have feared at thy tokens, The goings forth of morning and evening, thou causest to shout for joy.
Those who live far away fear Your wonders; You make the dawn and sunset shout for joy.
9 Thou hast visited the earth, and made it abound, Abundantly, dost thou enrich it—The channel of God, is full of waters, Thou preparest their corn, Yea, thus, dost thou prepare it:
You attend to the earth and water it; with abundance You enrich it. The streams of God are full of water, for You prepare our grain by providing for the earth.
10 The ridges thereof, drenching, Settling the furrows thereof, With myriad drops, dost thou soften it, The sprouting thereof, doth thou bless.
You soak its furrows and level its ridges; You soften it with showers and bless its growth.
11 Thou hast set a crown upon thy year of bounty, And, thy tracks, drop fatness;
You crown the year with Your bounty, and Your paths overflow with plenty.
12 Fruitful are the pastures of the wilderness, And, with exultation, the hills do gird themselves.
The pastures of the wilderness overflow; the hills are robed with joy.
13 Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.
The pastures are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are decked with grain. They shout in triumph; indeed, they sing.
