You made the earth solid, fixed it for good. You made the sea a cloak, covering hills and all. At your command the sea fled your thunder, swept over mountains, down the valleys to its place. You set its limits, never to drown the earth again. You feed springs that feed brooks, rushing down ravines, water for wild beasts, for wild asses to drink.
Birds nest nearby and sing among the leaves.
You drench the hills with rain from high heaven. You nourish the earth with what you create. You make grass grow for cattle, make plants grow for people, food to eat from the earth and wine to warm the heart, oil to glisten on faces and bread for bodily strength. In Lebanon God planted trees, the flourishing cedar. Sparrows nest in the branches, the stork in treetops.