Psalms 65

¹ To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. A Song. Praise is due to thee, O God, in Zion; and to thee shall vows be performed,

² O thou who hearest prayer! To thee shall all flesh come

³ on account of sins. When our transgressions prevail over us, thou dost forgive them.

⁴ Blessed is he whom thou dost choose and bring near, to dwell in thy courts! We shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, thy holy temple!

⁵ By dread deeds thou dost answer us with deliverance, O God of our salvation, who art the hope of all the ends of the earth, and of the farthest seas;

⁶ who by thy strength hast established the mountains, being girded with might;

⁷ who dost still the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, the tumult of the peoples;

⁸ so that those who dwell at earth's farthest bounds are afraid at thy signs; thou makest the outgoings of the morning and the evening to shout for joy.

⁹ Thou visitest the earth and waterest it, thou greatly enrichest it; the river of God is full of water; thou providest their grain, for so thou hast prepared it.

¹⁰ Thou waterest its furrows abundantly, settling its ridges, softening it with showers, and blessing its growth.

¹¹ Thou crownest the year with thy bounty; the tracks of thy chariot drip with fatness.

¹² The pastures of the wilderness drip, the hills gird themselves with joy,

¹³ the meadows clothe themselves with flocks, the valleys deck themselves with grain, they shout and sing together for joy.