To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. A Song
1 For thee waiteth praise, O God! in Zion; And to thee performed shall be the vow.
2 O thou who hearest prayer! To thee shall all flesh come.
3 Words of iniquity have prevailed against me: Our crimes thou shalt expiate.
4 Blessed is he whom thou wilt choose, and cause to approach to thee; He shall dwell in thy courts: We shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house -- Of the sanctuary of thy palace.
5 Terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation! The hope of all the ends of the earth, And of the far off places of the sea.
6 Establishing the mountains by his power, Being girded with might.
7 Stilling the noise of the seas, And the noise of their waves, the tumults of the nations.
8 And afraid shall be the dwellers in the ends of the earth at thy signs; The outgoings of the morning and evening thou shalt make to shout for joy.
9 Thou hast visited the earth, and watered her; Thou hast abundantly enriched her: The river of God is full of waters: Thou wilt prepare their corn, For so thou hast prepared her.
10 Her furrows thou dost saturate, Thou makest the rain to fall into her ridges, With showers thou dost moisten her, Her buddings thou dost bless.
11 Thou crownest the year with thy beneficence, And thy paths will drop fatness.
12 They drop upon the dwellings of the wilderness; And with gladness the hills shall be girded.
13 Clothed are the pastures with flocks; And the valleys are covered with corn; They shout for joy, they also sing.