< 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.
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.
2 Thou hearer of prayer! Unto thee, shall all flesh come.
Hearer of prayer, all flesh comes to You.
3 Iniquitous things, have been too strong for me, As for our transgressions, wilt, thou, by propitiation remove them.
Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions—You cover them.
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.
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.
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;
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.
6 Who setteth fast the mountains by his strength, Being girded with might;
Establishing mountains by His power, He has been girded with might,
7 Who stilleth, The noise of the seas, The noise of their rolling waves, and The tumult of races of men?
Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.
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.
And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts Are afraid from Your signs, You cause the outgoings of morning and evening to sing.
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 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,
10 The ridges thereof, drenching, Settling the furrows thereof, With myriad drops, dost thou soften it, The sprouting thereof, doth thou bless.
Its ridges have been filled, Its furrow has been deepened, You soften it with showers, Its springing up You bless.
11 Thou hast set a crown upon thy year of bounty, And, thy tracks, drop fatness;
You have crowned the year of Your goodness, And Your paths drop fatness.
12 Fruitful are the pastures of the wilderness, And, with exultation, the hills do gird themselves.
The pastures of a wilderness drop, And You gird the hills with joy.
13 Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.
The meadows are clothed with the flock, And valleys are covered with grain, They shout—indeed, they sing!

< Psalms 65 >