Psalm 65:1
לַמְנַצֵּ֥חַ מִזְמ֗וֹר לְדָוִ֥ד שִֽׁיר׃ לְךָ֤ דֻֽמִיָּ֬ה תְהִלָּ֓ה אֱלֹ֘הִ֥ים בְּצִיּ֑וֹן וּ֝לְךָ֗ יְשֻׁלַּם־נֶֽדֶר׃
Psalm 65:2
שֹׁמֵ֥עַ תְּפִלָּ֑ה עָ֝דֶ֗יךָ כָּל־בָּשָׂ֥ר יָבֹֽאוּ׃
Ps 65:3
דִּבְרֵ֣י עֲ֭וֺנֹת גָּ֣בְרוּ מֶ֑נִּי פְּ֝שָׁעֵ֗ינוּ אַתָּ֥ה תְכַפְּרֵֽם׃
Ps 65:4
אַשְׁרֵ֤י׀ תִּֽבְחַ֣ר וּתְקָרֵב֮ יִשְׁכֹּ֪ן חֲצֵ֫רֶ֥יךָ נִ֭שְׂבְּעָה בְּט֣וּב בֵּיתֶ֑ךָ קְ֝דֹ֗שׁ הֵיכָלֶֽךָ׃
Ps 65:5
נ֤וֹרָא֨וֹת׀ בְּצֶ֣דֶק תַּ֭עֲנֵנוּ אֱלֹהֵ֣י יִשְׁעֵ֑נוּ מִבְטָ֥ח כָּל־קַצְוֵי־אֶ֝֗רֶץ וְיָ֣ם רְחֹקִֽים׃
Ps 65:6
מֵכִ֣ין הָרִ֣ים בְּכֹח֑וֹ נֶ֝אְזָ֗ר בִּגְבוּרָֽה׃
Ps 65:7
מַשְׁבִּ֤יחַ׀ שְׁא֣וֹן יַ֭מִּים שְׁא֥וֹן גַּלֵּיהֶ֗ם וַהֲמ֥וֹן לְאֻמִּֽים׃
Ps 65:8
וַיִּ֤ירְא֨וּ׀ יֹשְׁבֵ֣י קְ֭צָוֺת מֵאוֹתֹתֶ֑יךָ מ֤וֹצָֽאֵי־בֹ֖קֶר וָעֶ֣רֶב תַּרְנִֽין׃
Psalm 65:9
פָּקַ֥דְתָּ הָאָ֨רֶץ׀ וַתְּשֹׁ֪קְקֶ֡הָ רַבַּ֬ת תַּעְשְׁרֶ֗נָּה פֶּ֣לֶג אֱ֭לֹהִים מָ֣לֵא מָ֑יִם תָּכִ֥ין דְּ֝גָנָ֗ם כִּי־כֵ֥ן תְּכִינֶֽהָ׃
You visit the land, and You make it abundant; you greatly enrich her with channels of God, full of water; You provide for their grain; for thus you established her.
Paraphrase: You have visited our land and as a result it is bringing forth an abundant harvest. All our irrigation ditches are full of the water which you brought with You. You have taken each sprout of grain by the hand, given each one water to drink, a place of soil in which to grow, and now we see large fields of grain growing thick and lush and promising a bountiful harvest for the good of Your people.
Comments:
וַתְּשֹׁקְקֶהָ is a polel.
Psalm 65:10
תְּלָמֶ֣יהָ רַ֭וֵּה נַחֵ֣ת גְּדוּדֶ֑יהָ בִּרְבִיבִ֥ים תְּ֝מֹגְגֶ֗נָּה צִמְחָ֥הּ תְּבָרֵֽךְ׃
Her ridges, to water, to press down her furrows; with rains you soften; her sprouting you bless.
Paraphrase: You have come with an abundance of rain and have given all the ridges and furrows of our fields all the water they can drink. Now, the plants are sprouting and shooting up giving us hope for a bountiful harvest.
Comments:
Note the energic nun in תְּמֹגְגֶנָּה.
תְּמֹגְגֶנָּה is a polel.
Psalm 65:11
עִ֭טַּרְתָּ שְׁנַ֣ת טוֹבָתֶ֑ךָ וּ֝מַעְגָּלֶ֗יךָ יִרְעֲפ֥וּן דָּֽשֶׁן׃
You crown the year of Your goodness and Your tracks, they drip with fatness.
Paraphrase: The entire year was full of your goodness, but this bountiful harvest is the crown you placed on the this year. Our wagons are so overloaded with produce that they cannot hold all the harvest; some of it spills out of the wagon and onto the road.
Comments:
Is the harvest the crown of the year? or is the prosperous year itself the crown?
Psalm 65:12
יִ֭רְעֲפוּ נְא֣וֹת מִדְבָּ֑ר וְ֝גִ֗יל גְּבָע֥וֹת תַּחְגֹּֽרְנָה׃
The pastures of the wilderness drip, and the hills are clothed with rejoicing.
Paraphrase: Even the dry and desolate pastures of the desert are overflowing with grain and other produce. The hills too are clothed with lush grass and brilliant flowers.
Comments:
Psalm 65:13
לָבְשׁ֬וּ כָרִ֨ים׀ הַצֹּ֗אן וַעֲמָקִ֥ים יַֽעַטְפוּ־בָ֑ר יִ֝תְרוֹעֲע֗וּ אַף־יָשִֽׁירוּ׃
They are clothed with male sheep of the flock, and the valleys are covered with grain; they shout for joy, they also sing.
Paraphrase: These valleys are not just covered with lush grass and grain. They are also covered with sheep who are growing fat and sleek on these pastures. Even the valleys are full of grain growing thick and lush. All the hills and valleys together are shouting for joy and singing praises to YHWH.
Comments:
יִתְרוֹעֲעוּ is a hitpolel.