⁶ He cometh down as rain on mown grass, As showers -- sprinkling the earth.

³ And we know -- we pursue to know Jehovah, As the dawn prepared is His going forth, And He cometh in as a shower to us, As gathered rain -- sprinkling earth.'

² Drop as rain doth My doctrine; Flow as dew doth My sayings; As storms on the tender grass, And as showers on the herb,

⁴ And as the light of morning he riseth, A morning sun -- no clouds! By the shining, by the rain, Tender grass of the earth!

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

⁶ Go on do his sucklings, And his beauty is as an olive, And he hath fragrance as Lebanon.

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

²³ And have raised up over them one shepherd, And he hath fed them -- my servant David, He doth feed them, and he is their shepherd,

²⁴ And I, Jehovah, I am their God, And My servant David prince in their midst, I, Jehovah, have spoken.

²⁵ And I have made for them a covenant of peace, And caused evil beasts to cease out of the land, And they have dwelt in a wilderness confidently, And they have slept in forests.

²⁶ And I have given them, and the suburbs of my hill, a blessing, And caused the shower to come down in its season, Showers of blessing they are.

³ And it hath come to pass, In the day of Jehovah's giving rest to thee, From thy grief, and from thy trouble, And from the sharp bondage, That hath been served upon thee,

⁴ That thou hast taken up this simile Concerning the king of Babylon, and said, How hath the exactor ceased,

⁵ Ceased hath the golden one. Broken hath Jehovah the staff of the wicked, The sceptre of rulers.

⁶ And I make it a waste, It is not pruned, nor arranged, And gone up have brier and thorn, And on the thick clouds I lay a charge, From raining upon it rain.

¹² The wrath of a king `is' a growl as of a young lion, And as dew on the herb his good-will.

¹⁵ In the light of a king's face `is' life, And his good-will `is' as a cloud of the latter rain.

¹⁰ Its ridges have been filled, Deepened hath been its furrow, With showers Thou dost soften it, Its springing up Thou blessest.