Psalm 65
For the director of music. A psalm of David. A song.
O God, praises await you in Zion, your hill;
all the vows that we promised you, we will fulfill.
You who answers our prayers, all flesh comes to your throne.
When our sins overwhelm us, you purge and atone.
He is blessed who has chosen your courtyard to dwell;
we'll be filled with good things from your temple, as well.
You will faithfully answer with righteousness, God,
to the ends of the earth and those sailing abroad.
You formed mountains by strength; you're surrounded by might.
You've calmed seas, tamed the waves, silenced nations that fight.
All the earth stands in awe of the signs you deploy;
from your sunrise to sunset, the earth shouts for joy!
You take care of the earth and the water that flows;
make it fertile and rich so that everything grows.
And the river of God never ceases to flow,
thus, providing our harvest — you’ve ordered it so.
You have leveled its furrows and ridges with rain,
so, the rain-soaked earth grows an abundance of grain.
You have crowned us each year with a bountiful yield,
and your carts overflow with your wealth from the field.
Overflowing are deserts with grasses anew;
and with gladness are hillsides rejoicing in you.
Flocks of sheep clothe the meadow, grain covers the vale;
with great joy they will shout, and they'll sing without fail.
O God, praises await you in Zion, your hill;
all the vows that we promised you, we will fulfill.
You who answers our prayers, all flesh comes to your throne.
When our sins overwhelm us, you purge and atone.
He is blessed who has chosen your courtyard to dwell;
we'll be filled with good things from your temple, as well.
You will faithfully answer with righteousness, God,
to the ends of the earth and those sailing abroad.
You formed mountains by strength; you're surrounded by might.
You've calmed seas, tamed the waves, silenced nations that fight.
All the earth stands in awe of the signs you deploy;
from your sunrise to sunset, the earth shouts for joy!
You take care of the earth and the water that flows;
make it fertile and rich so that everything grows.
And the river of God never ceases to flow,
thus, providing our harvest — you’ve ordered it so.
You have leveled its furrows and ridges with rain,
so, the rain-soaked earth grows an abundance of grain.
You have crowned us each year with a bountiful yield,
and your carts overflow with your wealth from the field.
Overflowing are deserts with grasses anew;
and with gladness are hillsides rejoicing in you.
Flocks of sheep clothe the meadow, grain covers the vale;
with great joy they will shout, and they'll sing without fail.
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