⁷ Return do the dwellers under his shadow, They revive `as' corn, and flourish as a vine, His memorial `is' as wine of Lebanon.

¹ He who is dwelling In the secret place of the Most High, In the shade of the Mighty lodgeth habitually,

³⁶ unwise! thou -- what thou dost sow is not quickened except it may die;

³⁷ and that which thou dost sow, not the body that shall be dost thou sow, but bare grain, it may be of wheat, or of some one of the others,

³⁸ and God doth give to it a body according as He willed, and to each of the seeds its proper body.

²⁴ verily, verily, I say to you, if the grain of the wheat, having fallen to the earth, may not die, itself remaineth alone; and if it may die, it doth bear much fruit;

²⁵ Jesus said to her, `I am the rising again, and the life; he who is believing in me, even if he may die, shall live;

¹² Because of the sowing of peace, The vine doth give her fruit, And the earth doth give her increase, And the heavens do give their dew, And I have caused the remnant of this people To inherit all these.

⁵ I am as dew to Israel, he flourisheth as a lily, And he striketh forth his roots as Lebanon.

² He doth revive us after two days, In the third day He doth raise us up, And we live before Him.

²² And the earth doth answer the corn, And the new wine, and the oil, And they answer Jezreel.

²³ In a mountain -- the high place of Israel, I plant it, And it hath borne boughs, and yielded fruit, And become a goodly cedar, And dwelt under it have all birds of every wing, In the shade of its thin shoots they dwell.

¹¹ For, as the earth bringeth forth her shoots, And as a garden causeth its sown things to shoot up, So the Lord Jehovah causeth righteousness and praise To shoot up before all the nations!

¹ Lo, for righteousness doth a king reign, As to princes, for judgment they rule.

² And each hath been as a hiding-place `from' wind, And as a secret hiding-place `from' inundation, As rivulets of waters in a dry place, As a shadow of a heavy rock in a weary land.

¹¹ Unto a garden of nuts I went down, To look on the buds of the valley, To see whither the vine had flourished, The pomegranates had blossomed --

³ As a citron among trees of the forest, So `is' my beloved among the sons, In his shade I delighted, and sat down, And his fruit `is' sweet to my palate.

⁷ If I walk in the midst of distress Thou quickenest me, Against the anger of mine enemies Thou sendest forth Thy hand, And Thy right hand doth save me.

⁶ Dost Thou not turn back? Thou revivest us, And Thy people do rejoice in Thee.