Psalms 66 · תהילים

To the chief Musician, A Poem, a Psalm. Make a joyful noise to God, all the earth:

sing to the glory of his name: make his praise glorious.

Say to God, How terrible are Thy works! through the greatness of Thy power shall Thy enemies cringe before Thee.

All the earth shall worship Thee, and shall sing to Thee; they shall sing to Thy name. (Sela.)

Come and see the works of God: terrible is his doing towards the children of men.

He turned the sea into dry land: they went through the river on foot: there did we rejoice in him.

He rules by his power forever; his eyes behold the nations: let not the rebellious exalt themselves. (Sela.)

O bless our God, you peoples, and make the voice of his praise to be heard:

who has kept our soul in life, and has not suffered our foot to be moved.

For Thou, O God, hast tested us: Thou hast tried us, as silver is refined.

Thou hast brought us into the net; Thou hast laid affliction upon our loins.

Thou hast caused men to ride over our heads; we went through fire and through water: but Thou didst bring us out into abundance.

I will go into Thy house with burnt offerings: I will pay Thee my vows,

which my lips have uttered, and my mouth has spoken, when I was in trouble.

I will offer unto Thee burnt sacrifices of fatlings, with the sweet smoke of rams; I will offer bullocks with goats. (Sela.)

Come and hear, all you that fear God, and I will declare what he has done for my soul.

I cried to him with my mouth, and he was extolled with my tongue.

If I had looked on wickedness with my heart, the Lord would not have heard:

but verily God has heard me; he has attended to the voice of my prayer.

Blessed be God, who has not turned away my prayer, nor removed his steadfast love from me.