|[To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. A Song.]||Thanksgiving. Psalm 65|
|Praise is due to thee, O God, in Zion; |
and to thee shall vows be performed,
|O thou who hearest prayer! To thee shall all flesh come|
|on account of sins. |
When our transgressions prevail over us, thou dost forgive them.
|Blessed 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!|
|By 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;
|who by thy strength hast established the mountains, being girded with might;|
|who dost still the roaring of the seas, |
the roaring of their waves, the tumult of the peoples;
|so 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.
|Thou 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.
|Thou waterest its furrows abundantly, settling its ridges, |
softening it with showers, and blessing its growth.
|Thou crownest the year with thy bounty; |
the tracks of thy chariot drip with fatness.
|The pastures of the wilderness drip, the hills gird themselves with joy,|
|the meadows clothe themselves with flocks, |
the valleys deck themselves with grain,
they shout and sing for joy.
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