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MOF PSA Chapter 65

PSA 65 ©

From the Choirmaster’s collection. A song of David, for music.

65’Tis fitting to praise thee in Sion, O God;

in Jerusalem shall vows be paid to thee.

2O thou who hearest prayer,

all men shall come to thee.

3Though our sins be too much for us,

’tis thine to cancel our transgressions.

4Happy is he whom thus thou choosest

to dwell in thy courts, close to thee.

Fain would we have our fill of this,

thy house, thy sacred shrine—its bliss.


5God of our victory, answering our prayers

with deeds of dread, so loyally,

all ends of the earth come to rely on thee,

and distant shores,

6thou by whose might the mountains are made firm

and strongly fixed,

7by whom the roaring seas are stilled,

and the tumult of nations,

8till dwellers at the world’s far end

are awed at the proofs of thy power,

and lands of sunrise and of sunset

sing joyfully of thee.


9Thou art good to the earth, giving water

enriching her greatly with rain

from brimming streams divine;

thou provides the grain

by preparing her duly,

10watering well her furrows,

soaking her ridges,

softening her with showers,

and blessing all her growth.

11Thou art crowning the year with thy goodness,

rich stores drop where thou passest,

12the very pastures of the downs o’erflow,

the hills wear girdles of joy,

13the meadows are clothed with flocks,

the valleys covered with corn,

shouting and singing for joy.

PSA 65 ©

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