To the director. A melody of David. A song.

65 For you there is praise—silence—, O God, in Zion;+

And to you the vow will be paid.+

 ² O Hearer of prayer, even to you people of all flesh will come.+

 ³ Things of error have proved mightier than I am.+

As for our transgressions, you yourself will cover them.+

 ⁴ Happy is the one you choose and cause to approach,+

That he may reside in your courtyards.+

We* will certainly be satisfied with the goodness of your house,+

The holy place of your temple.+

 ⁵ With fear-inspiring things in righteousness you will answer us,+

O God of our salvation,+

The Trust of all the borders of the earth and those far away on the sea.+

 ⁶ He is firmly establishing the mountains with his power;+

He is indeed girded with mightiness.+

 ⁷ He is stilling the noise of the seas,+

The noise of their waves and the turmoil of the national groups.+

 ⁸ And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts will be afraid of your signs;+

The goings forth of the morning and evening you cause to cry out joyfully.+

 ⁹ You have turned your attention to the earth, that you may give it abundance;+

You enrich it very much.

The stream from God is full of water.+

You prepare their grain,+

For that is the way you prepare the earth.*+

¹⁰ There is a drenching of its furrows, a leveling off of its clods;+

With copious showers you soften it; you bless its very sprouts.+

¹¹ You have crowned the year with* your goodness,+

And your very tracks drip with fatness.+

¹² The pasture grounds of the wilderness keep dripping,+

And with joyfulness the very hills gird themselves.+

¹³ The pastures have become clothed with flocks,+

And the low plains themselves are enveloped with grain.+

They shout in triumph, yes, they sing.+