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11 You crown the year with your bounty,[a]
and your wagon paths drip with richness.[b]
12 They drop on the pastures of the wilderness,
and the hills gird themselves with joy.
13 The pasturelands put on flocks,
and the valleys clothe themselves with grain.
They shout in triumph;
they even sing.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 65:11 Literally “goodness”
  2. Psalm 65:11 Literally “fatness”