10. Thou dost satiate its furrows, thou smoothest its clods, thou makest it soft with showers; thou blessest the springing thereof.
11. Thou crownest the year with thy goodness, and thy paths drop fatness:
12. They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness, and the hills are girded with gladness.
13. The meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, yea, they sing.