Psalms 65

1To the Overseer. --A Psalm of David. A Song. To Thee, silence--praise, O God, <FI>is<Fi> in Zion, And to Thee is a vow completed.

1 It is right for you, O God, to have praise in Zion: to you let the offering be made.

2Hearer of prayer, to Thee all flesh cometh.

2To you, O hearer of prayer, let the words of all flesh come.

3Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions--Thou dost cover them.

3Evils have overcome us: but as for our sins, you will take them away.

4O the happiness of <FI>him whom<Fi> Thou choosest, And drawest near, he inhabiteth Thy courts, We are satisfied with the goodness of Thy house, Thy holy temple.

4Happy is the man of your selection, to whom you give a resting-place in your house; we will be full of the good things out of your holy place.

5By fearful things in righteousness Thou answerest us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all far off ends of earth and sea.

5You will give us an answer in righteousness by great acts of power, O God of our salvation; you who are the hope of all the ends of the earth, and of the far-off lands of the sea;

6Establishing mountains by His power, He hath been girded with might,

6The God by whose strength the mountains are fixed; who is robed with power:

7Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.

7Who makes the loud voice of the sea quiet, and puts an end to the sound of its waves.

8And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts From Thy signs are afraid, The outgoings of morning and evening Thou causest to sing.

8Those in the farthest parts of the earth have fear when they see your signs: the outgoings of the morning and evening are glad because of you.

9Thou hast inspected the earth, and waterest it, Thou makest it very rich, the rivulet of God <FI>is<Fi> full of water, Thou preparest their corn, When thus Thou dost prepare it,

9You have given your blessing to the earth, watering it and making it fertile; the river of God is full of water: and having made it ready, you give men grain.

10Its ridges have been filled, Deepened hath been its furrow, With showers Thou dost soften it, Its springing up Thou blessest.

10You make the ploughed lands full of water; you make smooth the slopes: you make the earth soft with showers, sending your blessing on its growth.

11Thou hast crowned the year of Thy goodness, And Thy paths drop fatness.

11The year is crowned with the good you give; life-giving rain is dropping from your footsteps,

12Drop do the pastures of a wilderness, And joy of the heights Thou girdest on.

12Falling on the grass of the waste land: and the little hills are glad on every side.

13Clothed have lambs the flock, And valleys are covered with corn, They shout--yea, they sing!

13The grass-land is thick with flocks; the valleys are full of grain; they give glad cries and songs of joy.