The meadows are clothed with flocks
And the valleys are covered with grain;
They shout for joy, yes, they sing.

You covered it with the deep as with a garment;
The waters were standing above the mountains.

“Even they will perish, but You endure;
And all of them will wear out like a garment;
Like clothing You will change them and they will be changed.

They will perish, but You remain;
And they all will become old like a garment,
And like a mantle You will roll them up;
Like a garment they will also be changed.
But You are the same,
And Your years will not come to an end.”