Bringing forth bread out of the earth.—Ps. civ.
Or this,
Thou crownest the year with thy goodness;
Thy paths drop fatness.
They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness,
And the little hills rejoice on every side.
The pastures are clothed with flocks,
The vallies also are covered over with corn,
They shout for joy and sing.—Ps. lxv.
The travellers joined in these festive songs, and, according to ancient custom, pronounced, at every field which they passed, the benediction,