I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

All sheep and cattle, yes, and the animals of the field,

The LORD sat enthroned at the Flood. Yes, the LORD sits as King forever.

Because of all my adversaries I have become utterly contemptible to my neighbors, A fear to my acquaintances. Those who saw me on the street fled from me.

I know all the birds of the mountains. The wild animals of the field are mine.

Do not let the flood waters overwhelm me, neither let the deep swallow me up. Do not let the pit shut its mouth on me.

There shall be abundance of grain throughout the land. Its fruit sways like Lebanon. Let it flourish, thriving like the grass of the field.

He did marvelous things in the sight of their fathers, in the land of Egypt, in the field of Zoan.

how he set his signs in Egypt, his wonders in the field of Zoan,

The boar out of the wood ravages it. The wild animals of the field feed on it.

Let the field and all that is in it exult. Then all the trees of the woods shall sing for joy

As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

At your rebuke they fled. At the voice of your thunder they hurried away.

They give drink to every animal of the field. The wild donkeys quench their thirst.

The sea saw it, and fled. The Jordan was driven back.

What was it, you sea, that you fled? You Jordan, that you turned back?

Behold, we heard of it in Ephrathah. We found it in the field of Jaar:

Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.

Praise him with tambourine and dancing. Praise him with stringed instruments and flute.