Psalm 98:8

For the choir director. Of the sons of Korah. A Psalm. O clap your hands, all peoples; Make a loud shout to God with the sound of a shout of joy.

The pastures of the wilderness drip, And the hills gird themselves with rejoicing.

The meadows are clothed with flocks And the valleys are covered with grain; They make a loud shout, indeed, they sing.

The north and the south, You have created them; Tabor and Hermon sing with joy at Your name.

The rivers have lifted up, O Yahweh, The rivers have lifted up their voice, The rivers lift up their pounding waves.

“The whole earth is at rest and is quiet; They break forth into shouts of joy.

Shout for joy, O heavens, for Yahweh has done it! Make a loud shout, you lower parts of the earth; Break forth into a shout of joy, you mountains, O forest, and every tree in it; For Yahweh has redeemed Jacob And in Israel He shows forth His beautiful glory.

“But be joyful and rejoice forever in what I create; For behold, I create Jerusalem for rejoicing And her people for joy.

The mountains saw You and writhed; The downpour of waters passed by. The deep gave forth its voice; It lifted high its hands.