Thou hast given joy in my heart, From the time their corn and their wine Have been multiplied.

There is a handful of corn in the earth, On the top of mountains, Shake like Lebanon doth its fruit, And they flourish out of the city as the herb of the earth.

Thou hast inspected the earth, and waterest it, Thou makest it very rich, the rivulet of God is full of water, Thou preparest their corn, When thus Thou dost prepare it,

Clothed have lambs the flock, And valleys are covered with corn, They shout -- yea, they sing!

And He raineth on them manna to eat, Yea, corn of heaven He hath given to them.

A boar out of the forest doth waste it, And a wild beast of the fields consumeth it.

And they sow fields, and plant vineyards, And they make fruits of increase.

'Lo, we have heard it in Ephratah, We have found it in the fields of the forest.