Psalms 65

To the chief musician, a psalm and song of David.

For thee praise is waiting, O God, in Zion: and unto thee shall vows be paid. O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee all flesh shall come. The iniquitous things have become too mighty for me: our transgressions—these wilt thou wipe away. Happy is he whom thou choosest, and causest to approach, that he may dwell in thy courts: let us be satisfied with the happiness of thy house, the holiness of thy temple. With terrific deeds in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of the sea, that are far away; Who setteth firmly the mountains by his power, who is girded with might; Who assuageth the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the tumult of nations. And they that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid of thy wondrous signs: the outgoings of the morning and evening thou causest to rejoice. 10 Thou hast thought of the earth, and waterest her abundantly; thou greatly enrichest her; the brook of God is full of water: thou preparest their corn, when thou hast thus prepared her. 11 Watering her furrows abundantly, smoothing down her ridges, thou softenest her with showers; thou blessest her growth. 12 Thou hast crowned the year of thy goodness; and thy tracks drop fatness: 13 The pastures of the wilderness are dropping with plenty: and the hills are girt with gladness. The meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are enveloped with corn: men shout for joy, yea, they also sing.
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