You crown the year with your bounty. Your carts overflow with abundance.

The wilderness grasslands overflow. The hills are clothed with gladness.

Thou crownest the year with thy goodness and thy paths drop fatness.

They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness and the little hills rejoice on every side.

My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,

My friends scorn me but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.

Israel dwells in safety the fountain of Jacob alone, In a land of grain and new wine. Yes, his heavens drop down dew.

Israel then shall dwell in safety alone the fountain of Jacob shall be upon a land of corn and wine also his heavens shall drop down dew.

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It will happen in that day, that the mountains will drop down sweet wine, the hills will flow with milk, all the brooks of Judah will flow with waters, and a fountain will come forth from the house of Yahweh, and will water the valley of Shittim.

And it shall come to pass in that day, that the mountains shall drop down new wine, and the hills shall flow with milk, and all the rivers of Judah shall flow with waters, and a fountain shall come forth of the house of the LORD, and shall water the valley of Shittim.