<p class="poetry">To you, O <sc>Lordsc>, I call out for help,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">for fire<n id="2" /> has burned up<n id="3" /> the grassy pastures,<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">flames have razed<n id="5" /> all the trees in the fields.p>

<p class="poetry">Even the wild animals<n id="1" /> cry out to you;<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">for the river beds<n id="3" /> have dried up;p> <p class="poetry">fire has destroyed<n id="4" /> the grassy pastures.<n id="5" />p>

<p class="poetry">Do not fear, wild animals!<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">For the pastures of the wilderness are again green with grass.p> <p class="poetry">Indeed, the trees bear their fruit;p> <p class="poetry">the fig tree and the vine yield to their fullest.<n id="2" />p>