⁸ Let the floods clap their hands; Let the hills sing for joy together

¹² For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing; and all the trees of the fields shall clap their hands.

¹² Then he brought out the king's son, and put the crown upon him, and `gave him' the testimony; and they made him king, and anointed him; and they clapped their hands, and said, `Long' live the king.

¹ Oh clap your hands, all ye peoples; Shout unto God with the voice of triumph.

¹² They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness; And the hills are girded with joy.

¹³ The pastures are clothed with flocks; The valleys also are covered over with grain; They shout for joy, they also sing. Psalm 66 For the Chief Musician. A song, a Psalm.

¹² The north and the south, thou hast created them: Tabor and Hermon rejoice in thy name.

³ The floods have lifted up, O Jehovah, The floods have lifted up their voice; The floods lift up their waves.