⁸ Floods clap hand, together hills cry aloud,

¹² For with joy ye go forth, And with peace ye are brought in, The mountains and the hills Break forth before you `with' singing, And all trees of the field clap the hand.

¹² and he bringeth out the son of the king, and putteth on him the crown, and the testimony, and they make him king, and anoint him, and smite the hand, and say, `Let the king live.'

¹ To the Overseer. -- By sons of Korah. A Psalm. All ye peoples, clap the hand, Shout to God with a voice of singing,

¹² Drop do the pastures of a wilderness, And joy of the heights Thou girdest on.

¹³ Clothed have lambs the flock, And valleys are covered with corn, They shout -- yea, they sing!

¹² North and south Thou hast appointed them, Tabor and Hermon in Thy name do sing.

³ Floods have lifted up, O Jehovah, Floods have lifted up their voice, Floods lift up their breakers.