1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm. A song of David. Praise is due to you, O God, in Zion; And to you will the vow be performed.2 O you who hear prayer, To you will all flesh come.3 Iniquities prevail against me: As for our transgressions, you will forgive them.4 Blessed is the man whom you choose, and cause to approach [to you] That he may stay in your courts: We will be satisfied with the goodness of your house, Your holy temple.5 By awesome things you will answer us in righteousness, O God of our salvation, You who are the confidence of all the ends of the earth, And of those who are far off on the sea:6 Who by his strength sets fast the mountains, Being girded about with might;7 Who stills 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 your tokens: You make the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.9 You visit the earth, and water it, You greatly enrich it; The river of God is full of water: You provide them grain, when you have so prepared the earth.10 You soak its furrows; You settle its ridges: You make it soft with showers; You bless the springing of it.11 You crown the year with your goodness; And your paths drop fatness.12 They drop on 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.

1 O louvor te aguarda em Sião, ó Deus; os votos que te fizemos serão cumpridos.2 Ó tu que ouves a oração, a ti virão todos os homens.3 Quando os nossos pecados pesavam sobre nós, tu mesmo fizeste propiciação por nossas transgressões.4 Como são felizes aqueles que escolhes e trazes a ti, para viverem nos teus átrios! Transbordamos de bênçãos da tua casa, do teu santo templo!5 Tu nos respondes com temíveis feitos de justiça, ó Deus, nosso Salvador, esperança de todos os confins da terra e dos mais distantes mares.6 Tu que firmaste os montes pela tua força, pelo teu grande poder.7 Tu que acalmas o bramido dos mares, o bramido de suas ondas, e o tumulto das nações.8 Tremem os habitantes das terras distantes diante das tuas maravilhas; do nascente ao poente despertas canções de alegria.9 Cuidas da terra e a regas; fartamente a enriqueces. Os riachos de Deus transbordam para que nunca falte o trigo, pois assim ordenaste.10 Encharcas os seus sulcos e aplainas os seus torrões; tu a amoleces com chuvas e abençoas as suas colheitas.11 Coroas o ano com a tua bondade, e por onde passas emana fartura;12 fartura vertem as pastagens do deserto, e as colinas se vestem de alegria.13 Os campos se revestem de rebanhos e os vales se cobrem de trigo; eles exultam e cantam de alegria!