For you shall be in covenant with the stones of the field: and the beasts of the field shall be at peace with you.

They sing to the tambourine and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the flute.

Who were cut down before their time, whose foundation was swept away with a flood:

They reap every one his grain in the field: and they gather the vineyard of the wicked.

My harp also is turned to mourning, and my flute into the voice of them that weep.

Surely the mountains bring him forth food, where all the beasts of the field play.