Psalm 65

PSALM 65

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. A Song.

¹Praise is due to thee,

O God, in Zion;

and to thee shall vows be performed,

²O thou who hearest prayer!

To thee shall all flesh come

³on account of sins.

When our transgressions prevail over us,

thou dost forgive them.

⁴Blessed 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!

⁵By 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;

⁶who by thy strength hast established the mountains,

being girded with might;

⁷who dost still the roaring of the seas,

the roaring of their waves,

the tumult of the peoples;

⁸so 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.

⁹Thou 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.

¹⁰Thou waterest its furrows abundantly,

settling its ridges,

softening it with showers,

and blessing its growth.

¹¹Thou crownest the year with thy bounty;

the tracks of thy chariot drip with fatness.

¹²The pastures of the wilderness drip,

the hills gird themselves with joy,

¹³the meadows clothe themselves with flocks,

the valleys deck themselves with grain,

they shout and sing together for joy.