¹For the Chief Musician. A Psalm. A song of David. Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Zion; And unto thee shall the vow be performed.

¹Laulujuhatajale: Taaveti laul ja lauluviis.

²O thou that hearest prayer, Unto thee shall all flesh come.

²Vaikse meelega kiidetakse sind, Jumal, Siionis ning tasutakse sulle tõotused.

³Iniquities prevail against me: As for our transgressions, thou wilt forgive them.

³Sina kuuled palvet, sinu juurde tuleb kõik liha.

⁴Blessed 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, Thy holy temple.

⁴Minu süüteod on minust vägevamad, aga meie üleastumised annad sina andeks.

⁵By terrible things thou wilt answer us in righteousness, Oh God of our salvation, Thou that art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, And of them that are afar off upon the sea:

⁵Õnnis on see, kelle sina valid ja lased tulla enese ligi elama sinu õuedes; küll meid täidetakse su koja, su püha templi hüvedest.

⁶Who by his strength setteth fast the mountains, Being girded about with might;

⁶Kardetavate tegudega vastad sa meile õigluses, sa meie pääste Jumal, sa kõige ilmamaa otsade ja kauge mere lootus,

⁷Who stilleth the roaring of the seas, The roaring of their waves, And the tumult of the peoples.

⁷kes kinnitad mäed oma rammuga ja oled vöötatud vägevusega,

⁸They also that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens: Thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.

⁸kes vaigistad mere kohisemise, selle lainete mühina ja rahvaste möllu,

⁹Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it, Thou greatly enrichest it; The river of God is full of water: Thou providest them grain, when thou hast so prepared the earth.

⁹nõnda et ilmamaa äärte elanikud kardavad su imetähti. Päikese tõusu ja loojaku maad sa paned rõõmsasti hõiskama.

¹⁰Thou waterest its furrows abundantly; Thou settlest the ridges thereof: Thou makest it soft with showers; Thou blessest the springing thereof.

¹⁰Sina oled maa eest hoolitsenud ja seda jootnud; sa teed selle väga rikkaks. Jumala veesooned on täis vett; sa valmistad nende uudsevilja, kui sa nõnda maad valmistad,

¹¹Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; And thy paths drop fatness.

¹¹kastes selle vagusid ja pudendades selle mullapanku. Vihmapiiskadega sa teed maa pehmeks ning õnnistad selle kasvu.

¹²They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness; And the hills are girded with joy.

¹²Sa ehid aasta oma headusega ja su jäljed tilguvad õli.

¹³The pastures are clothed with flocks; The valleys also are covered over with grain; They shout for joy, they also sing.

¹³Rohtla vainud haljendavad ja kingud vöötavad end ilutsemisega,

¹⁴nurmed rõivastuvad lambakarjadesse ja orud mähkuvad vilja; nad hõiskavad, nad laulavadki.