T he meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, yea, they sing.
تَكتَسِي المُرُوجُ بِقُطعانِ الغَنَمِ. وَبِالحُبُوبِ تَتَغَطَّى الوِديانُ. تَهتِفُ وَتُغَنِّي.