with the best ¹  of the ancient mountains and the harvest produced by the age-old hills;

“Were you the first man ever born? Were you brought forth before the hills?

The mountains skipped like rams, the hills like lambs. ¹ 

Why do you skip like rams, O mountains, like lambs, O hills?

before the mountains were set in place – before the hills – I was born,

The pastures in the wilderness glisten with moisture, ¹  and the hills are clothed with joy. ² 

you mountains and all you hills, you fruit trees and all you cedars,

Their children are always thinking about ¹  their ²  altars and their sacred poles dedicated to the goddess Asherah, ³  set up beside the green trees on the high hills

People of Jerusalem, ¹  I have seen your adulterous worship, your shameless prostitution to, and your lustful pursuit of, other gods. ²  I have seen your disgusting acts of worship ³  on the hills throughout the countryside. You are doomed to destruction! ⁴  How long will you continue to be unclean?’”

He takes his battle position ¹  and shakes ²  the earth; with a mere look he frightens ³  the nations. The ancient mountains disintegrate; ⁴  the primeval hills are flattened. He travels on the ancient roads. ⁵