Chapter 65
1לַמְנַצֵּחַ מִזְמוֹר לְדָוִד שִֽׁירFor the leader. A psalm of David. A song.
2לְךָ דֻֽמִיָּה תְהִלָּה אֱלֹהִים בְּצִיּוֹן וּלְךָ יְשֻׁלַּם־נֶֽדֶרPraise befits You in Zion, O God; vows are paid to You;
3שֹׁמֵעַ תְּפִלָּה עָדֶיךָ כׇּל־בָּשָׂר יָבֹֽאוּall humankind comes to You, You who hear prayer.
4דִּבְרֵי עֲוֺנֹת גָּבְרוּ מֶנִּי פְּשָׁעֵינוּ אַתָּה תְכַפְּרֵֽםWhen all manner of sins overwhelm me, it is You who forgive our iniquities.
5אַשְׁרֵי תִּבְחַר וּתְקָרֵב יִשְׁכֹּן חֲצֵרֶיךָ נִשְׂבְּעָה בְּטוּב בֵּיתֶךָ קְדֹשׁ הֵיכָלֶֽךָHappy is the one You choose and bring near to dwell in Your courts; may we be sated with the blessings of Your house, Your holy temple.
6נוֹרָאוֹת בְּצֶדֶק תַּעֲנֵנוּ אֱלֹהֵי יִשְׁעֵנוּ מִבְטָח כׇּל־קַצְוֵי־אֶרֶץ וְיָם רְחֹקִֽיםAnswer us with victory through awesome deeds, O God, our deliverer, in whom all the ends of the earth and the distant seas put their trust;
7מֵכִין הָרִים בְּכֹחוֹ נֶאְזָר בִּגְבוּרָֽהwho by divine power fixed the mountains firmly, who is girded with might,
8מַשְׁבִּיחַ שְׁאוֹן יַמִּים שְׁאוֹן גַּלֵּיהֶם וַהֲמוֹן לְאֻמִּֽיםwho stills the raging seas, the raging waves, and tumultuous peoples.
9וַיִּירְאוּ יֹשְׁבֵי קְצָוֺת מֵאוֹתֹתֶיךָ מוֹצָֽאֵי־בֹקֶר וָעֶרֶב תַּרְנִֽיןThose who live at the ends of the earth are awed by Your signs; You make the lands of sunrise and sunset shout for joy.
10פָּקַֽדְתָּ־הָאָרֶץ וַתְּשֹׁקְקֶהָ רַבַּת תַּעְשְׁרֶנָּה פֶּלֶג אֱלֹהִים מָלֵא מָיִם תָּכִין דְּגָנָם כִּי־כֵן תְּכִינֶֽהָYou take care of the earth and irrigate it; You enrich it greatly, with the channel of God full of water; You provide grain for all; for so do You prepare it.
11תְּלָמֶיהָ רַוֵּה נַחֵת גְּדוּדֶהָ בִּרְבִיבִים תְּמֹגְגֶנָּה צִמְחָהּ תְּבָרֵֽךְSaturating its furrows, leveling its ridges, You soften it with showers, You bless its growth.
12עִטַּרְתָּ שְׁנַת טוֹבָתֶךָ וּמַעְגָּלֶיךָ יִרְעֲפוּן דָּֽשֶׁןYou crown the year with Your bounty; fatness is distilled in Your paths—
13יִרְעֲפוּ נְאוֹת מִדְבָּר וְגִיל גְּבָעוֹת תַּחְגֹּֽרְנָהthe pasturelands distill it; the hills are girded with joy.
14לָבְשׁוּ כָרִים הַצֹּאן וַעֲמָקִים יַֽעַטְפוּ־בָר יִתְרוֹעֲעוּ אַף־יָשִֽׁירוּThe meadows are clothed with flocks, the valleys mantled with grain; they raise a shout, they break into song.