He makes Lebanon skip like a calf,
And Sirion (Mount Hermon) like a young, wild ox.

In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

North and south—You created them.
Tabor and Hermon shout for joy at Your name.

As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew that descended upon the mountains of Zion: for there the LORD commanded the blessing, even life forevermore.