1 It is seemly to praise you, O God, in Zion, 2O you who hear prayer, 3Our sins are too mighty for us, 4Happy the person whom you choose 5In dread deeds you loyally answer us, 6By your strength you establish the hills, 7you still the roaring of seas, 8so that those who live at earth’s bounds 9You visit and water the earth; 10watering her furrows, 11You crown the year with your goodness, 12The desert pastures are lush, 13The meadows are clothed with flocks,