For you will have a covenant with the stones of the field,
and the wild animals will be at peace with you.

then you will hold your head high, free from fault.
You will be firmly established and unafraid.

singing to the tambourine and lyre
and rejoicing at the sound of the flute.

or darkness, so you cannot see,
and a flood of water covers you.

They gather their fodder in the field
and glean the vineyards of the wicked.

They float on the surface of the water.
Their section of the land is cursed,
so that they never go to their vineyards.

Terrors overtake him like a flood;
a storm wind sweeps him away at night.

My lyre is used for mourning
and my flute for the sound of weeping.

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Do you understand how the clouds float,
those wonderful works of Him who has perfect knowledge?

Can you command the clouds
so that a flood of water covers you?

Their offspring are healthy and grow up in the open field.
They leave and do not return.

Does the hawk take flight by your understanding
and spread its wings to the south?