The grasslands of the desert overflow; the hills are clothed with gladness.
The pastures of the wilderness drip, And the hills gird themselves with rejoicing.
The wilderness becomes a lush pasture, and the hillsides blossom with joy.
All through the wild meadows, rose petals. Set the hills to dancing,
Falling on the grass of the waste land: and the little hills are glad on every side.
The pastures of the wilderness overflow, the hills gird themselves with joy,
They drop on the pastures of the wilderness, And the little hills rejoice on every side.
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1 tn Heb “drip.”
2 tn That is, with rich vegetation that brings joy to those who see it.