Psalms

¹ Silence is praise to you, Zion-dwelling God, And also obedience.

² We all arrive at your doorstep sooner or later, loaded with guilt,

³ but you get rid of them once and for all.

⁴ at home in your place! We expect our fill of good things in your house, your heavenly manse.

⁵ are on display in your trophy room. Earth-Tamer, Ocean-Pourer,

⁶ Mountain-Maker, Hill-Dresser,

⁷ of mobs in noisy riot—

⁸ they'll stare in awe, in wonder. Dawn and dusk take turns calling, "Come and worship."

⁹ ask her to join the dance! Deck her out in spring showers, fill the God-River with living water. Paint the wheat fields golden. Creation was made for this!

¹⁰ soak the dirt clods With rainfall as harrow and rake bring her to blossom and fruit.

¹¹ scatter rose petals down your paths,

¹² Set the hills to dancing,

¹³ a drape of flax across the valleys. Let them shout, and shout, and shout! Oh, oh, let them sing!