PSALM 65

¹For the lead player, a psalm; for David, a song.

    ²To You silence is praise, God, in Zion,

          and to You a vow will be paid.

    ³O, Listener to prayer,

          unto You all flesh shall come.

    ⁴My deeds of mischief are too much for me.

          Our crimes but You atone.

    ⁵Happy whom You choose to draw close,

          he will dwell in Your courts.

    May we be sated with Your house’s bounty,

          the holiness of Your Temple.

    ⁶With fearsome acts justly You answer us,

          our rescuing God,

    refuge of all the earth’s ends

          and the far-flung sea,

    ⁷Who sets mountains firm in His power,

          —He is girded in might—

    ⁸Who quiets the roar of the seas,

          the roar of their waves and the tumult of nations.

    ⁹And those who dwell at earth’s ends will fear Your signs.

          The portals of morning and evening You gladden.

    ¹⁰You pay mind to the earth and soak it.

          You greatly enrich it.

    God’s stream is filled with water.

          You ready their grain, for so You ready it,

    ¹¹quench the thirst of its furrows, smooth out its hillocks,

          melt it with showers, its growth You will bless.

    ¹²You crown Your bountiful year,

          and Your pathways drip ripeness.

    ¹³The wilderness meadows do drip,

          and with joy the hills are girded.

    ¹⁴The pastures are clothed with flocks

          and the valleys are mantled with grain.

              They shout for joy, they even sing.