^1aTo the choirmaster.↑

A Psalm of David. A Song.

^1bTo you belong quietness and praise,

O God, in Zion,

And a vow will be fulfilled to you.

²You who hear prayer,

All flesh will come to you.

³Iniquitous words have increased against me.

As for our transgressions,

You will expiate them.

⁴Happy is he whom you choose and bring near;

He will dwell in your courts.

We will be satisfied by the goodness of your house

– Your holy temple.

⁵You answer us with awe-inspiring things in righteousness,

O God of our salvation,

Who are the confidence of all the distant ends of the earth and the sea,

⁶Who prepares the mountains by his power,

Being girded with might,

⁷Who calms the raging of the seas

– The raging of their waves –

And the agitation of the various peoples.

⁸And the inhabitants of the most distant regions

Will be in fear at your signs,

And you will give cause for rejoicing

To the break of the morning

And to the onset of the evening.

⁹You have visited the earth and made it overflow;

You have greatly enriched it with a brook of God full of water.

You prepare their corn,

For so you have prepared it.

¹⁰Satiate its furrows,

Level its ridges,

Soften it with showers;

Bless its shoots.

¹¹You have crowned the year of your goodness,

And your paths distil fatness.

¹²They distil to desert pastures,

And hills gird themselves with joy.

¹³The pastures are clothed with flocks,

And the valleys are covered with corn.

They shout for joy;

They sing too.