A prophecy of the blessing of the hearvest - continued in Psalm 67, proleptic of all harvest festivals celebrating the fruit of the earth, the Adam of righteousness. That remarable stillness appears again. (I am ignoring Hulst's advice, in Old Testament Translation Problems, Brill 1960, to read the traditional translation as if without reason given, it were 'better' since there is no 'better' Bible, only the good of which the Bible is a sufficient witness.)
For the leader
A Psalm of David
A song
A Psalm of David
A song
Praise in stillness is for you O God in Zion
and to you comes a vow
You who hear prayer
and to you comes a vow
You who hear prayer
to you all flesh will come
The words of iniquities are mighty against me
You will cover our transgressions
Happy the one chosen and made near
he will live in your courts
We will be satisfied in the good of your house
your holy temple
Fearful things in righteousness you will answer us
O God of our salvation
the trust of all the ends of the earth and remote seas
from strength setting fast mountains
in power clothed
stilling the noise of the seas
the noise of their waves and the tumult of the peoples
Fearful things in righteousness you will answer us
O God of our salvation
the trust of all the ends of the earth and remote seas
from strength setting fast mountains
in power clothed
stilling the noise of the seas
the noise of their waves and the tumult of the peoples
And those living of the extremes fear from your signs
You will cause the outgoings of morning and evening to sing
You will cause the outgoings of morning and evening to sing
You visited the earth and gave it abundance
greatly you made it rich
The river of God is full of water
You provide their grain
for so you provide for her
Ridges you soak to settle her furrows
in showers you make her soft
The shoot you will bless
You have crowned a time with your good
and your tracks drop fatness
and your tracks drop fatness
The pastures of the wilderness drip
and the hills on every side rejoice
meadows are clothed with flocks
and valleys drooping with grain
they shout in triumph
also they sing
also they sing
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