Ps 65
1 
               Praise waiteth for Thee, O God, in Zion; and unto Thee the vow is performed.
               2 
               O Thou that hearest prayer, unto Thee doth all flesh come.
               3 
               The tale of iniquities is too heavy for me; as for our transgressions, Thou wilt pardon
                  them.
                  
               4 
               Happy is the man whom Thou choosest, and bringest near, that he may dwell in Thy courts;
                  may we be satisfied with the goodness of Thy house, the holy place of Thy temple!
                  
               5 
               With wondrous works dost Thou answer us in righteousness, O God of our salvation;
                  Thou the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of the far distant seas;
                  
               6 
               Who by Thy strength settest fast the mountains, who art girded about with might;
               7 
               Who stillest the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the tumult of
                  the peoples;
                  
               8 
               So that they that dwell in the uttermost parts stand in awe of Thy signs; Thou makest
                  the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.
                  
               9 
               Thou hast remembered the earth, and watered her, greatly enriching her, with the river
                  of God that is full of water; Thou preparest them corn, for so preparest Thou her.
                  
               10 
               Watering her ridges abundantly, settling down the furrows thereof, Thou makest her
                  soft with showers; Thou blessest the growth thereof.
                  
               11 
               Thou crownest the year with Thy goodness; and Thy paths drop fatness.
               12 
               The pastures of the wilderness do drop; and the hills are girded with joy.
               13 
               The meadows are clothed with flocks; the valleys also are covered over with corn;
                  they shout for joy, yea, they sing.