You have put gladness in my heart,
More than when their grain and new wine abound.

Yet You have made him a little lower than God,
And You crown him with glory and majesty!

For You meet him with the blessings of good things;
You set a crown of fine gold on his head.

He makes me lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside quiet waters.

For they will wither quickly like the grass
And fade like the green herb.

I am benumbed and badly crushed;
I groan because of the agitation of my heart.

But as for me, I am like a green olive tree in the house of God;
I trust in the lovingkindness of God forever and ever.

Before your pots can feel the fire of thorns
He will sweep them away with a whirlwind, the green and the burning alike.

You visit the earth and cause it to overflow;
You greatly enrich it;
The stream of God is full of water;
You prepare their grain, for thus You prepare the earth.

The meadows are clothed with flocks
And the valleys are covered with grain;
They shout for joy, yes, they sing.

Surely God will shatter the head of His enemies,
The hairy crown of him who goes on in his guilty deeds.

May there be abundance of grain in the earth on top of the mountains;
Its fruit will wave like the cedars of Lebanon;
And may those from the city flourish like vegetation of the earth.

You have spurned the covenant of Your servant;
You have profaned his crown in the dust.

They will still yield fruit in old age;
They shall be full of sap and very green,

My knees are weak from fasting,
And my flesh has grown lean, without fatness.

“His enemies I will clothe with shame,
But upon himself his crown shall shine.”

Let our sons in their youth be as grown-up plants,
And our daughters as corner pillars fashioned as for a palace;