You have put more joy in my heart
than they have when their grain and new wine abound.

For You meet him with rich blessings;
You place a crown of pure gold on his head.

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

For they wither quickly like grass
and wilt like tender green plants.

I am faint and severely crushed;
I groan because of the anguish of my heart.

I complain and groan morning, noon, and night,
and He hears my voice.

Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns—
whether green or burning—
He will sweep them away.

You visit the earth and water it abundantly,
enriching it greatly.
God’s stream is filled with water,
for You prepare the earth in this way,
providing people with grain.

You crown the year with Your goodness;
Your ways overflow with plenty.

The pastures are clothed with flocks
and the valleys covered with grain.
They shout in triumph; indeed, they sing.

May there be plenty of grain in the land;
may it wave on the tops of the mountains.
May its crops be like Lebanon.
May people flourish in the cities
like the grass of the field.

I think of God; I groan;
I meditate; my spirit becomes weak.Selah

He rained manna for them to eat;
He gave them grain from heaven.

You have repudiated the covenant with Your servant;
You have completely dishonored his crown.

They will still bear fruit in old age,
healthy and green,

I will clothe his enemies with shame,
but the crown he wears will be glorious.”