You water the mountains from your palace; by your labor the earth abounds.
You raise grass for the cattle and plants for our beasts of burden.
You bring bread from the earth, and wine to gladden our hearts,
oil to make our faces glean, food to build our strength.
The trees of the Lord drink their fill, the cedars of Lebanon, which you planted.
There the birds build their nests; junipers are the home of the stork.
The high mountains are for wild goats; the rocky cliffs, a refuge for badgers.