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 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 Thou hearer of prayer! Unto thee, shall all flesh come.
You hear our prayers; everyone comes to you.
3 Iniquitous things, have been too strong for me, As for our transgressions, wilt, thou, by propitiation remove them.
Even though we're drowning in our sins and our disobedience, you forgive us.
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.
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 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;
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 setteth fast the mountains by his strength, Being girded with might;
You made the mountains by your power, for you have great strength.
7 Who stilleth, The noise of the seas, The noise of their rolling waves, and The tumult of races of men?
You calm the raging seas and crashing waves, you silence the noisy shouts 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.
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 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 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 The ridges thereof, drenching, Settling the furrows thereof, With myriad drops, dost thou soften it, The sprouting thereof, doth thou bless.
You fill the ploughed furrows with water, you soften the ridges; you bless the growing crops.
11 Thou hast set a crown upon thy year of bounty, And, thy tracks, drop fatness;
You make the high point of the year a wonderful harvest, filling the wagons with good things.
12 Fruitful are the pastures of the wilderness, And, with exultation, the hills do gird themselves.
The pastures in the wilderness grow lush; the hillsides are clothed in bright flowers.
13 Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.
The meadows are covered with flocks of sheep, and the valleys with fields of grain. Everything triumphantly sings for joy.
