Salmos 65

1Ao mestre do coro. Salmo. De Davide. Cântico.

2A ti, ó Deus, é devido um hino em Sião, cumpra-se o voto a ti,

3que ouves as preces. A ti vem todo o mortal,

4por causa das iniquidades. Oprimem-nos os nossos delitos: tu os perdoas.

5Bem-aventurado o que escolhes e tomas para ti: ele habita nos teus átrios. Sejamos saciados dos bens da tua casa, da santidade do teu templo.

6Tu nos ouves com justiça, entre prodígios estupendos, ó Deus, Salvador nosso, esperança de todos os confins da terra, e dos mais longínquos mares,

7que dás firmeza aos montes com a tua força, cingido de poder,

8que aplacas o bramido do mar, o bramido das ondas e o tumulto dos povos:

9e os que habitam os confins da terra temem pelos teus prodígios; enches de gozo os limites do oriente e do ocidente.

10Visitaste a terra e a regaste, encheste-a de grandes riquezas. O rio de Deus está cheio de água; preparaste-lhes o trigo, porque assim preparaste a terra:

11regaste os seus sulcos, desfizeste as suas glebas, amoleceste-a com as chuvas, abençoaste a sua semente.

12Coroaste o ano com a tua bondade e os teus caminhos ressumam fertilidade.

13Ressumam os pastos do deserto, e as colinas cingem-se de alegria.

14Os prados revestem-se de rebanhos, e os vales cobrem-se de trigais: aclamam e cantam.

1In finem. Psalmus David, canticum Jeremiæ et Ezechielis populo transmigrationis, cum inciperent exire.

2[Te decet hymnus, Deus, in Sion, et tibi reddetur votum in Jerusalem.

3Exaudi orationem meam; ad te omnis caro veniet.

4Verba iniquorum prævaluerunt super nos, et impietatibus nostris tu propitiaberis.

5Beatus quem elegisti et assumpsisti: inhabitabit in atriis tuis. Replebimur in bonis domus tuæ; sanctum est templum tuum,

6mirabile in æquitate. Exaudi nos, Deus, salutaris noster, spes omnium finium terræ, et in mari longe.

7Præparans montes in virtute tua, accinctus potentia;

8qui conturbas profundum maris, sonum fluctuum ejus. Turbabuntur gentes,

9et timebunt qui habitant terminos a signis tuis; exitus matutini et vespere delectabis.

10Visitasti terram, et inebriasti eam; multiplicasti locupletare eam. Flumen Dei repletum est aquis; parasti cibum illorum: quoniam ita est præparatio ejus.

11Rivos ejus inebria; multiplica genimina ejus: in stillicidiis ejus lætabitur germinans.

12Benedices coronæ anni benignitatis tuæ, et campi tui replebuntur ubertate.

13Pinguescent speciosa deserti, et exsultatione colles accingentur.

14Induti sunt arietes ovium, et valles abundabunt frumento; clamabunt, etenim hymnum dicent.]

1To the end, a psalm of David. The canticle of Jeremias and Ezechiel to the people of the captivity, when they began to go out.

2A Hymn, O God, becometh thee in Sion: and a vow shall be paid to thee in Jerusalem.

3O hear my prayer: all flesh shall come to thee.

4The words of the wicked have prevailed over us: and thou wilt pardon our transgressions.

5Blessed is he whom thou hast chosen and taken to thee: he shall dwell in thy courts. We shall be filled with the good things of thy house; holy is thy temple,

6Wonderful in justice. Hear us, O God our saviour, who art the hope of all the ends of the earth, and in the sea afar off.

7Thou who preparest the mountains by thy strength, being girded with power:

8Who troublest the depth of the sea, the noise of its waves. The Gentiles shall be troubled,

9And they that dwell in the uttermost borders shall be afraid at thy signs: thou shalt make the outgoings of the morning and of the evening to be joyful.

10Thou hast visited the earth, and hast plentifully watered it; thou hast many ways enriched it. The river of God is filled with water, thou hast prepared their food: for so is its preparation.

11Fill up plentifully the streams thereof, multiply its fruits; it shall spring up and rejoice in its showers.

12Thou shalt bless the crown of the year of thy goodness: and thy fields shall be filled with plenty.

13The beautiful places of the wilderness shall grow fat: and the hills shall be girded about with joy,

14The rams of the flock are clothed, and the vales shall abound with corn: they shall shout, yea they shall sing a hymn.