For the choir director. A Psalm of David. A Song.
And to You the vow will be performed.
To You all men come.
As for our transgressions, You forgive them.
To dwell in Your courts.
We will be satisfied with the goodness of Your house,
Your holy temple.
You who are the trust of all the ends of the earth and of the farthest sea;
Being girded with might;
The roaring of their waves,
And the tumult of the peoples.
You make the dawn and the sunset shout for joy.
You greatly enrich it;
The stream of God is full of water;
You prepare their grain, for thus You prepare the earth.
You settle its ridges,
You soften it with showers,
You bless its growth.
And Your paths drip with fatness.
And the hills gird themselves with rejoicing.
And the valleys are covered with grain;
They shout for joy, yes, they sing.