⁸ Let the streams make sounds of joy with their hands; let the mountains be glad together,

¹² For you will go out with joy, and be guided in peace: the mountains and the hills will make melody before you, and all the trees of the fields will make sounds of joy.

¹² Then he made the king's son come out, and put the crown on him and the arm-bands, and made him king, and put the holy oil on him; and they all, making sounds of joy with their hands, said, Long life to the king.

¹ <To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah.> O make a glad noise with your hands, all you peoples; letting your voices go up to God with joy.

¹² Falling on the grass of the waste land: and the little hills are glad on every side.

¹³ The grass-land is thick with flocks; the valleys are full of grain; they give glad cries and songs of joy.

¹² You have made the north and the south; Tabor and Hermon are sounding with joy at your name.

³ The rivers send up, O Lord, the rivers send up their voices; they send them up with a loud cry.