Psalms 65

Praise waits for you, God, in Zion.

You who hear prayer,

Sins overwhelmed me,

Blessed is the one whom you choose and cause to come near,

By awesome deeds of righteousness, you answer us,

By your power, you form the mountains,

You still the roaring of the seas,

They also who dwell in faraway places are afraid at your wonders.

You visit the earth, and water it.

You drench its furrows.

You crown the year with your bounty.

The wilderness grasslands overflow.

The pastures are covered with flocks.