1 Vir die musiekleier. 'n Psalm van Dawid. 'n Lied.
2 Aan U kom 'n lofsang toe, o God, in Sion, en aan U moet die gelofte betaal word.
3 o Hoorder van die gebed, tot U moet alle vlees kom!
4 Ongeregtige dinge het die oorhand oor my gehad, maar U versoen ons oortredinge.
5 Welgeluksalig is hy wat U uitkies en laat nader kom, dat hy kan woon in u voorhowe. Ons wil versadig word met die goeie van u huis, die heiligheid van u paleis.
6 Vreeslike dinge antwoord U ons in geregtigheid, o God van ons heil, vertroue van al die eindes van die aarde en van die verste see!
7 Wat die berge grondves deur u krag, wat omgord is met mag,
8 wat die gebruis van die seë stilmaak, die gebruis van hulle golwe en die rumoer van die volke;
9 sodat die bewoners van die eindes vrees vir u tekens; U laat die uitgange van die môre en die aand jubel.
10 U het die land besoek en oorvloed gegee; U verryk dit grootliks; die stroom van God is vol water. U berei hulle koring; ja, so berei U die land.
11 U maak sy vore nat, sy kluite gelyk; deur reënbuie maak U dit week; U seën sy uitspruitsel.
12 U kroon die jaar van u goedheid, en u voetspore drup van vettigheid.
13 Die weivelde van die woestyn drup, en die heuwels gord hulleself met gejuig. [ (Psalms 65:14) Die weivelde is bekleed met troppe kleinvee, en die dale is bedek met koring; hulle juig, ook sing hulle. ]
1 Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Zion;
And unto thee shall the vow be performed.
2 O thou that hearest prayer,
Unto thee shall all flesh come.
3 Iniquities prevail against me:
As for our transgressions, thou wilt forgive them.
4 Blessed is the man whom thou choosest, and causest to approach unto thee,
That he may dwell in thy courts:
We shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house,
Thy holy temple.
5 By terrible things thou wilt answer us in righteousness,
Oh God of our salvation,
Thou that art the confidence of all the ends of the earth,
And of them that are afar off upon the sea:
6 Who by his strength setteth fast the mountains,
Being girded about with might;
7 Who stilleth the roaring of the seas,
The roaring of their waves,
And the tumult of the peoples.
8 They also that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens:
Thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.
9 Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it,
Thou greatly enrichest it;
The river of God is full of water:
Thou providest them grain, when thou hast so prepared the earth.
10 Thou waterest its furrows abundantly;
Thou settlest the ridges thereof:
Thou makest it soft with showers;
Thou blessest the springing thereof.
11 Thou crownest the year with thy goodness;
And thy paths drop fatness.
12 They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness;
And the hills are girded with joy.
13 The pastures are clothed with flocks;
The valleys also are covered over with grain;
They shout for joy, they also sing.