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 leader. A psalm of David. A song. It is seemly to praise you, O God, in Zion, and to you shall the vow be performed in Jerusalem.
2 Thou hearer of prayer! Unto thee, shall all flesh come.
O you who hear prayer, unto you shall all flesh come.
3 Iniquitous things, have been too strong for me, As for our transgressions, wilt, thou, by propitiation remove them.
Our sins are too mighty for us, our transgressions you only can 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.
Happy the person who you choose to live beside you in your courts. O may we be filled with the joys of your house, of 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 dread deeds you loyally answer us, O God of our salvation, whom all ends of the earth put their trust in, and islands far away.
6 Who setteth fast the mountains by his strength, Being girded with might;
By your strength you establish the hills, you are armed with might;
7 Who stilleth, The noise of the seas, The noise of their rolling waves, and The tumult of races of men?
you still the roaring of seas, and the turmoil of 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.
so that those who live at earth’s bounds are awed at your signs: the lands of the sunrise and sunset you make to ring with 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 visit and water the earth; you greatly enrich her with the river of God, which is full of water. You prepare the corn thereof,
10 The ridges thereof, drenching, Settling the furrows thereof, With myriad drops, dost thou soften it, The sprouting thereof, doth thou bless.
watering her furrows, settling her ridges; you make her soft with showers, and bless what grows thereon.
11 Thou hast set a crown upon thy year of bounty, And, thy tracks, drop fatness;
You crown the year with your goodness, your chariot tracks drip with fatness.
12 Fruitful are the pastures of the wilderness, And, with exultation, the hills do gird themselves.
The desert pastures are lush, the hills greened 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 flocks, the valleys are covered with corn; they shout to each other and sing.
