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He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters.

The pastures of the wilderness overflow; the hills are robed with joy.

…who said, “Let us possess for ourselves the pastures of God.”

I will take up a weeping and wailing for the mountains, a dirge over the wilderness pasture, for they have been scorched so no one passes through, and the lowing of cattle is not heard. Both the birds of the air and the beasts have fled; they have gone away.

For the land is full of adulterers—because of the curse, the land mourns and the pastures of the wilderness have dried up—their course is evil and their power is misused.

The peaceful meadows have been silenced because of the LORD’s burning anger.

To You, O LORD, I call, for fire has consumed the open pastures and flames have scorched all the trees of the field.

Even the beasts of the field pant for You, for the streams of water have dried up, and fire has consumed the open pastures.

Do not be afraid, O beasts of the field, for the open pastures have turned green, the trees bear their fruit, and the fig tree and vine yield their best.

He said: “The LORD roars from Zion and raises His voice from Jerusalem; the pastures of the shepherds mourn, and the summit of Carmel withers.”