To the director. A melody of David. A song.
1For you there is praise—silence—, O God, in Zion;
And to you the vow will be paid.
2O Hearer of prayer, even to you people of all flesh will come.
3Things of error have proved mightier than I am.
As for our transgressions, you yourself will cover them.
4Happy 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.
5With 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.
6He is firmly establishing the mountains with his power;
He is indeed girded with mightiness.
7He is stilling the noise of the seas,
The noise of their waves and the turmoil of the national groups.
8And 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.
9You 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.
10There is a drenching of its furrows, a leveling off of its clods;
With copious showers you soften it; you bless its very sprouts.
11You have crowned the year with your goodness,
And your very tracks drip with fatness.
12The pasture grounds of the wilderness keep dripping,
And with joyfulness the very hills gird themselves.
13The pastures have become clothed with flocks,
And the low plains themselves are enveloped with grain.
They shout in triumph, yes, they sing.