For the choir director. A Psalm of David. A Song.
There will be silence before You, and praise in Zion, O God,
And to You the vow will be performed.

O You who hear prayer,
To You all men come.

How blessed is the one whom You choose and bring near to You
To dwell in Your courts.
We will be satisfied with the goodness of Your house,
Your holy temple.

You visit the earth and cause it to overflow;
You greatly enrich it;
The stream of God is full of water;
You prepare their grain, for thus You prepare the earth.

By awesome deeds You answer us in righteousness, O God of our salvation,
You who are the trust of all the ends of the earth and of the farthest sea;

You have crowned the year with Your bounty,
And Your paths drip with fatness.

Iniquities prevail against me;
As for our transgressions, You forgive them.

You water its furrows abundantly,
You settle its ridges,
You soften it with showers,
You bless its growth.

Who stills the roaring of the seas,
The roaring of their waves,
And the tumult of the peoples.

Who establishes the mountains by His strength,
Being girded with might;

They who dwell in the ends of the earth stand in awe of Your signs;
You make the dawn and the sunset shout for joy.

The meadows are clothed with flocks
And the valleys are covered with grain;
They shout for joy, yes, they sing.

The pastures of the wilderness drip,
And the hills gird themselves with rejoicing.