To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. A Song.
1 Praise is due to you,a O God, in Zion,
and to you shall vows be performed.
to you shall all flesh come.
you atone for our transgressions.
to dwell in your courts!
We shall be satisfied with the goodness of your house,
the holiness of your temple!
O God of our salvation,
the hope of all the ends of the earth
and of the farthest seas;
being girded with might;
the roaring of their waves,
the tumult of the peoples,
You make the going out of the morning and the evening to shout for joy.
you greatly enrich it;
the river of God is full of water;
you provide their grain,
for so you have prepared it.
settling its ridges,
softening it with showers,
and blessing its growth.
your wagon tracks overflow with abundance.
the hills gird themselves with joy,
the valleys deck themselves with grain,
they shout and sing together for joy.