10. Her rigs thou wat'rest plenteously,her furrows settelest:With show'rs thou dost her mollify,her spring by thee is blest.
11. So thou the year most lib'rallydost with thy goodness crown;And all thy paths abundantlyon us drop fatness down.
12. They drop upon the pastures wide,that do in deserts lie;The little hills on ev'ry siderejoice right pleasantly.
13. With flocks the pastures clothed be,the vales with corn are clad;And now they shout and sing to thee,for thou hast made them glad.