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.
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.
2 You who hear prayer, all men will come to you.
Thou hearer of prayer! Unto thee, shall all flesh come.
3 Sins overwhelmed me, but you atoned for our transgressions.
Iniquitous things, have been too strong for me, As for our transgressions, wilt, thou, by propitiation remove 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.
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.
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.
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;
6 By your power, you form the mountains, having armed yourself with strength.
Who setteth fast the mountains by his strength, Being girded with might;
7 You still the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the turmoil of the nations.
Who stilleth, The noise of the seas, The noise of their rolling waves, and The tumult of races of men?
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.
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.
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.
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:
10 You drench its furrows. You level its ridges. You soften it with showers. You bless it with a crop.
The ridges thereof, drenching, Settling the furrows thereof, With myriad drops, dost thou soften it, The sprouting thereof, doth thou bless.
11 You crown the year with your bounty. Your carts overflow with abundance.
Thou hast set a crown upon thy year of bounty, And, thy tracks, drop fatness;
12 The wilderness grasslands overflow. The hills are clothed with gladness.
Fruitful are the pastures of the wilderness, And, with exultation, the hills do gird themselves.
13 The pastures are covered with flocks. The valleys also are clothed with grain. They shout for joy! They also sing.
Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.
