He makes Lebanon skip like a calf,
And Sirion (Mount Hermon) like a young, wild ox.

O my God, my soul is cast down within me: Therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

The north and the south thou hast created them: Tabor and Hermon shall rejoice in thy name.

As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew that descended upon the mountains of Zion: for there the LORD commanded the blessing, even life for evermore.