Psalms 65
1 To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. A Song. To Thee, silence — praise, O God, [is] in Zion, And to Thee is a vow completed.
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 Hearer of prayer, to Thee all flesh cometh.
You hear our prayers; everyone comes to you.
3 Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions — Thou dost cover them.
Even though we're drowning in our sins and our disobedience, you forgive us.
4 O the happiness of [him whom] Thou choosest, And drawest near, he inhabiteth Thy courts, We are satisfied with the goodness of Thy house, Thy holy 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 fearful things in righteousness Thou answerest us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all far off ends of earth and sea.
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 Establishing mountains by His power, He hath been girded with might,
You made the mountains by your power, for you have great strength.
7 Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.
You calm the raging seas and crashing waves, you silence the noisy shouts of the nations.
8 And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts From Thy signs are afraid, The outgoings of morning and evening Thou causest to sing.
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 inspected the earth, and waterest it, Thou makest it very rich, the rivulet of God [is] full of water, Thou preparest their corn, When thus Thou dost 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 Its ridges have been filled, Deepened hath been its furrow, With showers Thou dost soften it, Its springing up Thou blessest.
You fill the ploughed furrows with water, you soften the ridges; you bless the growing crops.
11 Thou hast crowned the year of Thy goodness, And Thy paths drop fatness.
You make the high point of the year a wonderful harvest, filling the wagons with good things.
12 Drop do the pastures of a wilderness, And joy of the heights Thou girdest on.
The pastures in the wilderness grow lush; the hillsides are clothed in bright flowers.
13 Clothed have lambs the flock, And valleys are covered with corn, They shout — yea, they sing!
The meadows are covered with flocks of sheep, and the valleys with fields of grain. Everything triumphantly sings for joy.
