For thou shalt be in league with the stones of the field; And the beasts of the field shall be at peace with thee.

They cut their provender in the field; And they glean the vintage of the wicked.

Then let me sow, and let another eat; Yea, let the produce of my field be rooted out.

Their young ones become strong, they grow up in the open field; They go forth, and return not again.

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