To the chief musician; a psalm of David, a song.{HR}To thee waiteth praise, O God, in Zion,{HR}And to thee shall vow be paid.
Hearer of prayer,{HR}To thee shall all flesh come.
Iniquities have been far too strong for me:{HR}Our transgressions, thou wilt purge (cover) them.
Blessed [is he whom] thou wilt choose and bring near:{HR}He shall dwell in thy courts.{HR}We shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house,{HR}The holy [place] of thy temple.
Terrible things in righteousness thou wilt answer us,{HR}O God of our salvation,{HR}Confidence of all the ends of earth and sea, afar off;
Establishing mountains by his strength, girded with power;
Stilling the roar of seas,{HR}The roar of their waves,{HR}And the tumult of Gentiles.
And those inhabiting the uttermost parts shall fear because of thy signs;{HR}The outgoings of morning and evening thou wilt make to shout for joy.
Thou hast visited the earth and watered it greatly wilt thou enrich it:{HR}The river of God is full of water;{HR}Thou preparest their corn,{HR}For so thou preparest it (the earth).
Its furrows thou dost water,{HR}Thou dost break down its ridges;{HR}With showers thou wilt soften it;{HR}Its springing thou wilt bless.
Thou crownest the year [with] thy goodness,{HR}And thy paths drop fatness.
They drop [on] the pastures of the wilderness,{HR}And the hills are girded with joy.
The sheep-walks are clothed with the sheep,{HR}And the valleys are covered with corn;{HR}They shout for joy, yea, they sing.