To the Director: A song. Lyricsa by David.

A Song of Praise to God

1In Zion, God, praise silently awaits you,

and vows will be paid to you.

2Since you hear prayer,

everybody will come to you.

3My acts of iniquity—they overwhelm me!

Our transgressions—you blot them out!

4How blessed is the one you choose,

the one you cause to live in your courts.

We will be satisfied with the goodness of your house,

yes, even with the holiness of your Temple.

5With awesome deeds of justiceb

you will answer us, God our Deliverer;

you arec the confidence for everyone at the ends of the earth,

even for those far away overseas.

6The One who established the mountains by his strength

is clothed with omnipotence.

7He calmed the roar of seas,

the roaring of the waves,

and the turmoil of the peoples.

8Those living at the furthest ends of the earthd are seized by fear because of your miraculous deeds.

You make the going forth of the morning and the evening shout for joy.

9You take care of the earth,

you water it,

and you enrich it greatly with the river of God that overflows with water.

You provide grain for them,

for you have ordained it this way.

10You fill the furrows of the field with water

so that their ridges overflow.

You soften them with rain showers;

their sprouts you have blessed.

11You crown the year with your goodness;

your footsteps drop prosperity behind them.

12The wilderness pastures drip with dew,e

and the hills wrap themselves with joy.

13The meadows are clothed with flocks of sheep,

and the valleys are covered with grain.

They shout for joy;

yes, they burst out in song!