In pastures of tender grass He causeth me to lie down, By quiet waters He doth lead me.

For as grass speedily they are cut off, And as the greenness of the tender grass do fade.

He cometh down as rain on mown grass, As showers -- sprinkling the earth.

Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth.

Mortal man! as grass are his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth;

Causing grass to spring up for cattle, And herb for the service of man, To bring forth bread from the earth,

They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth,

Who is covering the heavens with clouds, Who is preparing for the earth rain, Who is causing grass to spring up on mountains,