Thou hast put gladness in my heart, - beyond the season when, their corn and their new wine, have increased.

Thou hast visited the earth, and made it abound, Abundantly, dost thou enrich it - The channel of God, is full of waters, Thou preparest their corn, Yea, thus, dost thou prepare it:

Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.

May there be an abundance of corn in the earth, in the top of the mountains, - Let the fruit thereof, wave like Lebanon, And they of the city bloom like the fresh shoots of the earth.

And had rained on them manna to eat, And, the corn of the heavens, had given to them:

When he gave to the corn-locust their produce, And their toil, to the swarming locust;

Let him come down, Like rain on fields to be mown, Like myriad drops on land to be reaped.

And have sown fields, and planted vineyards, and made them fruits of increase:

Lo! we heard of it at Ephrathah, we found it in the fields of the wood.

Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands - by myriads, in our open fields: