otcanon
Psalms 65
Praise is set apart for Jehovah in Zion — not the generic city of the nations but the literal covenant place where the vow is performed and all flesh draws near. The psalmist moves from the purging of transgression and the blessedness of being chosen to approach His courts, through Jehovah's sovereign acts over sea and mountain and tumult of peoples, to a closing vision of earth itself watered by the river of God and crowned with harvest. The agricultural imagery is covenant language: Jehovah visits the earth, settles its furrows, and the valleys shout — the land responds to the presence of its King.
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Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Sion: and unto thee shall the vow be performed.
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O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee shall all flesh come.
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Iniquities prevail against me: as for our transgressions, thou shalt purge them away.
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Blessed is the man whom thou choosest, and causest to approach unto thee, that he may dwell in thy courts: we shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, even of thy holy temple.
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By terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation; who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of them that are afar off upon the sea:
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Which by his strength setteth fast the mountains; being girded with power:
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Which stilleth the noise of the seas, the noise of their waves, and the tumult of the people.
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They also that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens: thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.
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Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it: thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, which is full of water: thou preparest them corn, when thou hast so provided for it.
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Thou waterest the ridges thereof abundantly: thou settlest the furrows thereof: thou makest it soft with showers: thou blessest the springing thereof.
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Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; and thy paths drop fatness.
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They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness: and the little hills rejoice on every side.
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The pastures are clothed with flocks; the valleys also are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, they also sing.
