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

You created the mountains by your power, and demonstrated your strength.

The mountains will bring news of peace to the people, and the hills will announce justice.

Let the rivers clap their hands! Let the mountains sing in unison

He turns springs into streams; they flow between the mountains.

The wild goats live in the high mountains; the rock badgers find safety in the cliffs.

before the mountains were set in place – before the hills – I was born,

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

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.

when its waves crash and foam, and the mountains shake before the surging sea. (Selah)

I keep track of every bird in the hills, and the insects of the field are mine.

For victory does not come from the east or west, or from the wilderness.

The mountains were covered by its shadow, the highest cedars by its branches.

Like the fire that burns down the forest, or the flames that consume the mountainsides,

The depths of the earth are in his hand, and the mountain peaks belong to him.

The watery deep covered it like a garment; the waters reached above the mountains.

He waters the mountains from the upper rooms of his palace; the earth is full of the fruit you cause to grow.

When the hay is removed and new grass appears, and the grass from the hills is gathered in,

Their slain will be left unburied, their corpses will stink; the hills will soak up their blood.