Psalms 65
Chapter 65 of 150
1 Thanksgiving for God’s Blessings. For the leader. A psalm of David. A song.
2 To you we owe our hymn of praise, O God on Zion; To you our vows must be fulfilled,
3 you who hear our prayers. To you all flesh must come
4 with its burden of wicked deeds. We are overcome by our sins; only you can pardon them.
5 Blessed the one whom you will choose and bring to dwell in your courts. May we be filled with the good things of your house, your holy temple!
6 You answer us with awesome deeds of justice, O God our savior, The hope of all the ends of the earth and of those far off across the sea.
7 You are robed in power, you set up the mountains by your might.
8 You still the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, the tumult of the peoples.
9 Distant peoples stand in awe of your marvels; the places of morning and evening you make resound with joy.
10 You visit the earth and water it, make it abundantly fertile. God’s stream is filled with water; you supply their grain. Thus do you prepare it:
11 you drench its plowed furrows, and level its ridges. With showers you keep it soft, blessing its young sprouts.
12 You adorn the year with your bounty; your paths drip with fruitful rain.
13 The meadows of the wilderness also drip; the hills are robed with joy.
14 The pastures are clothed with flocks, the valleys blanketed with grain; they cheer and sing for joy.