1 P raise waits for you, God, in Zion. To you shall vows be performed.

To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. A Song. To Thee, silence -- praise, O God, in Zion, And to Thee is a vow completed.

2 Y ou who hear prayer, to you all men will come.

Hearer of prayer, to Thee all flesh cometh.

3 S ins overwhelmed me, but you atoned for our transgressions.

Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions -- Thou dost cover them.

4 B lessed is one whom you choose, and cause to come near, that he may live in your courts. We will be filled with the goodness of your house, your holy temple.

O the happiness of Thou choosest, And drawest near, he inhabiteth Thy courts, We are satisfied with the goodness of Thy house, Thy holy temple.

5 B y awesome deeds of righteousness, you answer us, God of our salvation. You who are the hope of all the ends of the earth, of those who are far away on the sea;

By fearful things in righteousness Thou answerest us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all far off ends of earth and sea.

6 W ho by his power forms the mountains, having armed yourself with strength;

Establishing mountains by His power, He hath been girded with might,

7 w ho stills the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the turmoil of the nations.

Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.

8 T hey also who dwell in faraway places are afraid at your wonders. You call the morning’s dawn and the evening with songs of joy.

And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts From Thy signs are afraid, The outgoings of morning and evening Thou causest to sing.

9 Y ou visit the earth, and water it. You greatly enrich it. The river of God is full of water. You provide them grain, for so you have ordained it.

Thou hast inspected the earth, and waterest it, Thou makest it very rich, the rivulet of God full of water, Thou preparest their corn, When thus Thou dost prepare it,

10 Y ou drench its furrows. You level its ridges. You soften it with showers. You bless it with a crop.

Its ridges have been filled, Deepened hath been its furrow, With showers Thou dost soften it, Its springing up Thou blessest.

11 Y ou crown the year with your bounty. Your carts overflow with abundance.

Thou hast crowned the year of Thy goodness, And Thy paths drop fatness.

12 T he wilderness grasslands overflow. The hills are clothed with gladness.

Drop do the pastures of a wilderness, And joy of the heights Thou girdest on.

13 T he pastures are covered with flocks. The valleys also are clothed with grain. They shout for joy! They also sing.

Clothed have lambs the flock, And valleys are covered with corn, They shout -- yea, they sing!