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Nature seemed to me benign and good; I thought she loved me, outcast as I was; and I, who from man could anticipate only mistrust, rejection, insult, clung to her with filial fondness.
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Nature seemed to me benign and good; I thought she loved me, outcast as I was; and I, who from man could anticipate only mistrust, rejection, insult, clung to her with filial fondness.
Everything was strange and silent and she seemed to be hundreds of miles away from anyone, but somehow she did not feel lonely at all.
There, too, after a fit of temper, I went to find comfort and to hide my hot face in the cool leaves and grass.
What a joy it is to feel the soft, springy earth under my feet once more, to follow grassy roads that lead to ferny brooks where I can bathe my fingers in a cataract of rippling notes, or to clamber over a stone wall into green fields that tumble and roll and climb in riotous gladness!
Let the rivers clap their hands. Let the mountains sing for joy together.
Make a joyful noise to Yahweh, all the earth! Burst out and sing for joy, yes, sing praises!
Let the sea roar with its fullness; the world, and those who dwell therein.
Sing to Yahweh a new song! Sing to Yahweh, all the earth.
Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice. Let the sea roar, and its fullness!
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