To the chief singer. A psalm, a song of Dawiḏ.
1 To You, stillness, praise, in Tsiyon, O Elohim;
And to You a vow is paid.
2 To You who hears all prayer,
all flesh comes.
3 wicked matters were mightier than I;
As for our transgressions,
You cover them.
4 Baruḵ is the one You choose,
And bring near to dwell in Your courts.
We are satisfied with the goodness of Your House,
Your qodesh Hĕyḵal.
5 By awesome deeds in righteousness You answer us,
O Elohim of our deliverance,
The Trust of all the ends of the earth,
And the distant seas;
6 Who established the mountains by His strength,
Being girded with might;
7 Who stills the roaring of the seas,
The roaring of their waves,
And the uproar of the peoples.
8 And they who dwell in the farthest parts,
Are afraid of Your signs;
You make the outgoings of the morning and evening rejoice.
9 You have visited the earth and watered it,
You greatly enrich it;
The river of Elohim is filled with water;
You provide their grain,
For so You have prepared it.
10 Its ridges have been filled,
Its furrows have been deepened,
You make it soft with showers,
You baraḵ its growth.
11 You have crowned the year with Your goodness,
And Your paths drip with fatness.
12 The pastures of the wilderness drip,
And the hills are girded with rejoicing.
13 The meadows are dressed in flocks,
And valleys are covered with grain;
They shout for joy and sing.