Psalms 65

1 [For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. A song.] Praise awaits you, God, in Zion. And to you shall vows be performed.

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.

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

Hearer of prayer, to Thee all flesh cometh.

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

Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions — Thou dost cover them.

4 Blessed is the one you choose and bring near, that he may dwell in your courts. We will be filled with the goodness of your house, your holy temple.

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.

5 By awesome deeds of righteousness, you answer us, God of our salvation. You who are the hope of every part of the earth, of those who are far away on the sea;

By fearful things in righteousness Thou answerest us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all far off ends of earth and sea.

6 Who by his power forms the mountains, having armed yourself with strength;

Establishing mountains by His power, He hath been girded with might,

7 who stills the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the turmoil of the nations.

Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.

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.

And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts From Thy signs are afraid, The outgoings of morning and evening Thou causest to sing.

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 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,

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

Its ridges have been filled, Deepened hath been its furrow, With showers Thou dost soften it, Its springing up Thou blessest.

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

Thou hast crowned the year of Thy goodness, And Thy paths drop fatness.

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

Drop do the pastures of a wilderness, And joy of the heights Thou girdest on.

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

Clothed have lambs the flock, And valleys are covered with corn, They shout — yea, they sing!