1To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. A Song. 2Praise is due to thee, O God, in Zion; and to thee shall vows be performed, 3O thou who hearest prayer! To thee shall all flesh come 4on account of sins. When our transgressions prevail over us, thou dost forgive them. 5Blessed is he whom thou dost choose and bring near, to dwell in thy courts! We shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, thy holy temple! 6By dread deeds thou dost answer us with deliverance, O God of our salvation, who art the hope of all the ends of the earth, and of the farthest seas; 7who by thy strength hast established the mountains, being girded with might; 8who dost still the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, the tumult of the peoples; 9so that those who dwell at earth's farthest bounds are afraid at thy signs; thou makest the outgoings of the morning and the evening to shout for joy. 10Thou visitest the earth and waterest it, thou greatly enrichest it; the river of God is full of water; thou providest their grain, for so thou hast prepared it. 11Thou waterest its furrows abundantly, settling its ridges, softening it with showers, and blessing its growth. 12Thou crownest the year with thy bounty; the tracks of thy chariot drip with fatness. 13The pastures of the wilderness drip, the hills gird themselves with joy, [ (Psalms 65:14) the meadows clothe themselves with flocks, the valleys deck themselves with grain, they shout and sing together for joy. ]