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PSALMS 65
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God, you deserve to be praised, and in Zion we will keep our promises to you.
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Or “a vow to you will be fulfilled in Zion.”
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You hear our prayers; everyone comes to you.
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Even though we're drowning in our sins and our disobedience, you forgive us.
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Happy are those you choose to keep close to you, those who live in your courts! We are delighted with the blessings we receive in your house, your holy Temple!
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In your goodness you answer us through the wonderful things you do, God of our salvation. You can be trusted by everyone on earth, including those sailing distant oceans.
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You made the mountains by your power, for you have great strength.
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Literally, “you are girded with might.”
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You calm the raging seas and crashing waves, you silence the noisy shouts of the nations.
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Everyone, even those in distant lands, are amazed by the wonderful things you do, from the east to the west they sing for joy.
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You care for the earth and water it; you make it very productive. God, your river is full of water to grow the grain—this is what you have planned.
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You fill the plowed furrows with water, you soften the ridges; you bless the growing crops.
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You make the high point of the year a wonderful harvest, filling the wagons with good things.
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Literally, “You crown the year with your bounty; your wagon-tracks drip with fatness.”
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The pastures in the wilderness grow lush; the hillsides are clothed in bright flowers.
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The meadows are covered with flocks of sheep, and the valleys with fields of grain. Everything triumphantly sings for joy.