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To the director. A melody of David. A song.
65 Praise awaits you, O God, in Zion;
We will pay our vows to you.
2 O Hearer of prayer, to you people of all sorts* will come.
3 My errors have overwhelmed me,
But you cover over our transgressions.
4 Happy is the one whom you choose and bring near
To reside in your courtyards.
We will be satisfied with the goodness of your house,
Your holy temple.*
5 You will answer us with awe-inspiring deeds of righteousness,
O God of our salvation;
You are the Confidence of all the ends of the earth
And of those distant across the sea.
7 You* calm the raging seas,
The crash of their waves and the turmoil of the nations.
8 The inhabitants of remote places will be awestruck by your signs;
You will cause those from the sunrise to the sunset to shout joyfully.
9 You care for the earth,
Making it abundantly fruitful* and very rich.
The stream from God is full of water;
You provide grain for them,
For that is how you prepared the earth.
10 You drench its furrows and level off its plowed soil;*
You soften it with showers of rain; you bless its growth.
11 You crown the year with your goodness;
Your tracks overflow with abundance.*
12 The pastures of the wilderness keep overflowing,*
And the hills are clothed with joyfulness.
13 The pastures are covered with flocks,
And the valleys* are carpeted with grain.
They shout in triumph, yes, they sing.