1For the Conductor, a psalm by David, a song.
2Silence is praise for You, O God [Who dwells in] Zion; and to You vows will be paid.
3O Heeder of prayer, to You does all flesh come.
4Matters of sin overwhelm me; You will pardon our transgressions.
5Fortunate is [the nation] whom You choose and draw near, to dwell in Your courtyards; may we be sated with the goodness of Your House, with the holiness of Your Sanctuary.
6Answer us with awesome deeds as befits Your righteousness, O God of our salvation, the security of all [who inhabit] the ends of the earth and distant seas.
7With His strength He prepares [rain for] the mountains; He is girded with might.
8He quiets the roar of the seas, the roar of their waves and the tumult of nations.
9Those who inhabit the ends [of the earth] fear [You] because of Your signs; the emergences of morning and evening cause [man] to sing praise.
10You remember the earth and water it, you enrich it abundantly [from] God's stream filled with water. You prepare their grain, for so do You prepare it.
11You saturate its furrows, gratifying its legions; with showers You soften it and bless its growth.
12You crown the year of Your goodness [with rain], and Your clouds drip abundance.
13They drip on pastures of wilderness, and the hills gird themselves with joy.
14The meadows don sheep, and the valleys cloak themselves with grain; they sound blasts, indeed they sing.