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The grasslands of the wilderness overflow; the hills are clothed with gladness.
The pastures of the wilderness overflow, the hills gird themselves with joy,
The pastures of the wilderness drip, And the hills gird themselves with rejoicing.
The grasslands of the wilderness become a lush pasture, and the hillsides blossom with joy.
They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness: and the little hills rejoice on every side.
They drop on the pastures of the wilderness, And the little hills rejoice on every side.
They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness, and the hills are girded with gladness.