⁰To the choirmaster, a psalm of David, a song.

¹To you silence is praise, God, in Zion; and to you the vow will be paid.

²You who hear prayer, to you all flesh will come.

³The words of guilt were too strong for me; our transgressions, you cover them.

⁴Blessed is the one you choose and bring near, to dwell in your courts; may we be satisfied with the goodness of your house, your holy temple.

⁵With awesome deeds in righteousness you answer us, God of our salvation, the trust of all the ends of the land and of the sea distant.

⁶Who set up the mountains by his strength, girded with might.

⁷Who calms the roar of the seas, the roar of their waves, and the tumult of the peoples.

⁸And those who dwell at the ends fear your signs; you make the going out of morning and evening shout for joy.

⁹You visited the land and made it overflow; greatly you enrich it; God's channel is full of water; you prepare their grain, for so you prepare it.

¹⁰Drenching her furrows, pressing down her cuttings, with copious showers you soften it; her growth you bless.

¹¹You crown the year of your goodness, and your tracks drip fatness.

¹²The pastures of the wilderness drip, and the hills gird on rejoicing.

¹³The meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys cover themselves with grain; they shout for joy, they even sing.