Psalms 65

1[To the chief Musician, A Psalm Song of David.] Praise waiteth for you, O Elohim, in Sion: and unto you shall the vow be performed. 2O you that hearest prayer, unto you shall all flesh come. 3Iniquities prevail against me: our transgressions, you shall purge them away. 4Blessed you choosest, and causest to approach he may dwell in your courts: we shall be satisfied with the goodness of your house, of your holy temple. 5terrible things in righteousness will you answer us, O Elohim of our salvation; the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of them that are afar off the sea: 6Which by his strength setteth fast the mountains; girded with power: 7Which stilleth the noise of the seas, the noise of their waves, and the tumult of the people. 8They also that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at your tokens: you makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice. 9you visitest the earth, and waterest it: you greatly enrichest it with the river of Elohim, is full of water: you preparest them corn, when you hast so provided for it. 10you waterest the ridges thereof abundantly: you settlest the furrows thereof: you makest it soft with showers: you blessest the springing thereof. 11you crownest the year with your goodness; and your paths drop fatness. 12They drop the pastures of the wilderness: and the little hills rejoice on every side. 13The pastures are clothed with flocks; the valleys also are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, they also sing.