On the flinty rock man has set to work with his hand; he has overturned mountains at their bases.

He who removes mountains suddenly, who overturns them in his anger;

But as a mountain falls away and crumbles, and as a rock will be removed from its place,

They are soaked by mountain rains and huddle in the rocks because they lack shelter.

It ranges the hills as its pasture, and searches after every green plant.

For the hills bring it food, where all the wild animals play.