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

O fire and hail, snow and clouds, O stormy wind that carries out his orders,

The Lord thundered in the sky; the sovereign One shouted.

You crown the year with your good blessings, and you leave abundance in your wake.

I spread my hands out to you in prayer; my soul thirsts for you in a parched land.