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11 You crown the year with your goodness.
The tracks made by your carts overflow with riches.[a]
12 The pastures of the wilderness drip.
The hills are wrapped with joy.
13 The meadows are clothed with flocks.
The valleys are dressed with grain.
They shout for joy. Yes! They sing.

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  1. Psalm 65:11 Literally drip fatness