The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats, and the rocks for the conies. He appointed the moon for seasons: the sun knoweth his going down. Praise him with the sound of the praise him with the psaltery and Praise him with the timbrel and dance: praise him with stringed instruments and Praise him with the sound of the trumpet: praise him with the psaltery and harp. Praise him with the timbrel and dance: praise him with stringed instruments and organs. |