Psalms 65

1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. A song. Praise waits for you, God, in Zion. Vows shall be performed to you.

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 You who hear prayer, all men will come to you.

O you who hear prayer, unto you shall all flesh come.

3 Sins overwhelmed me, but you atoned for our transgressions.

Our sins are too mighty for us, our transgressions you only can cover them.

4 Blessed is the one whom you choose and cause to come near, that he may live in your courts. We will be filled with the goodness of your house, your holy 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 awesome deeds of righteousness, you answer us, God of our salvation. You who are the hope of all the ends of the earth, of those who are far away on the sea.

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 By your power, you form the mountains, having armed yourself with strength.

By your strength you establish the hills, you are armed with might;

7 You still the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the turmoil of the nations.

you still the roaring of seas, and the turmoil of 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.

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 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 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 You drench its furrows. You level its ridges. You soften it with showers. You bless it with a crop.

watering her furrows, settling her ridges; you make her soft with showers, and bless what grows thereon.

11 You crown the year with your bounty. Your carts overflow with abundance.

You crown the year with your goodness, your chariot tracks drip with fatness.

12 The wilderness grasslands overflow. The hills are clothed with gladness.

The desert pastures are lush, the hills greened with joy.

13 The pastures are covered with flocks. The valleys also are clothed with grain. They shout for joy! They also sing.

The meadows are clothed with flocks, the valleys are covered with corn; they shout to each other and sing.