“For every beast of the forest is Mine,
The cattle on a thousand hills.

It seems as if one had lifted up
His axe in a forest of trees.

A boar from the forest eats it away
And whatever moves in the field feeds on it.

Like fire that burns the forest
And like a flame that sets the mountains on fire,

Let the field exult, and all that is in it.
Then all the trees of the forest will sing for joy

You appoint darkness and it becomes night,
In which all the beasts of the forest prowl about.