⁸ But ye, O mountains of Israel, ye shall shoot forth your branches, and yield your fruit to my people of Israel; for they are at hand to come.

³ That then the LORD thy God will turn thy captivity, and have compassion upon thee, and will return and gather thee from all the nations whither the LORD thy God hath scattered thee.

⁹ You, God, sent a plentiful rain. You confirmed your inheritance, when it was weary.

¹⁰ Your congregation lived therein. You, God, prepared your goodness for the poor.