For the music leader, a psalm of David, a song.

To you, silence is praise, Elohim, in Tsiyon, and to you a vow will be paid.

Hearer of prayer, to you all flesh will come.

Words of iniquities overwhelmed me; our transgressions, you will atone for them.

Happy is the one you choose and bring near, he will dwell in your courtyards; we will be satisfied with the goodness of your house, your holy temple.

With awesome deeds of righteousness you answer us, Elohim of our salvation, trust of all the ends of the earth and distant seas.

He establishes mountains by his strength, girded with power.

He stills the roaring of seas, the roaring of their waves, and the clamor of nations.

And the inhabitants of the far reaches will fear your signs; the comings of morning and evening you will make to sing.

You visited the earth and made it overflow, you greatly enriched it; the stream of Elohim is full of water; you prepare their grain, for this is how you prepare it.

You water its furrows, you soak its ridges; with showers you make it soft, you bless its growth.

You crowned the year with your goodness, and your paths drip with abundance.

The pastures of the desert drip, and the hills gird themselves with joy.

The meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys wrap themselves in grain; they shout, they also sing.