Praise is rightfully Yours,
God, in Zion.
Vows to You must be fulfilled,
for You answer prayer.
All flesh must come to You
with all its sins;
though our faults overpower us,
You blot them out.
Happy the man You choose, whom You invite
to live in Your courts.
Fill us with the good things of Your house,
of Your holy Temple.
Your righteousness repays us with marvels,
God our Saviour,
hope of all the ends of the earth
and the distant islands.
Your strength holds the mountains up,
such is the power that wraps You;
You calm the clamour of the ocean,
the clamour of its waves.
The nations are in uproar, in panic
those who live at the ends of the world,
as Your miracles bring shouts of joy
to the portals of morning and evening.
You visit the earth and water it,
You load it with riches;
God's rivers brim with water
to provide their grain.
This is how much You provide it:
by drenching its furrows, by levelling its ridges,
by softening it with showers, by blessing the first-fruits.
You crown the year with Your bounty,
abundance overflows wherever You pass;
the desert pastures overflow,
the hillsides are wrapped in joy,
the meadows are dressed in flocks,
the valleys are clothed in wheat,
what shouts of joy, what singing!
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