[1] To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. A Song. [2] Praise is due to
thee, O God, in Zion; and to thee shall vows be performed, [3] O thou who
hearest prayer! To thee shall all flesh come [4] on account of sins. When
our transgressions prevail over us, thou dost forgive them. [5] 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! [6] 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; [7] who by
thy strength hast established the mountains, being girded with might; [8]
who dost still the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, the
tumult of the peoples; [9] 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. [10] 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. [11] Thou waterest its
furrows abundantly, settling its ridges, softening it with showers, and
blessing its growth. [12] Thou crownest the year with thy bounty; the
tracks of thy chariot drip with fatness. [13] The pastures of the
wilderness drip, the hills gird themselves with joy, [ (Psalms 65:14) the
meadows clothe themselves with flocks, the valleys deck themselves with
grain, they shout and sing together for joy. ]