To him that copper the skies of clouds, that makes the rain to fall to the earth; to him that makes to increase the grass in the mountains, and to germinate useful plants for the man.
That gives support to the flocks, to the nestlings of the crows that shout for him.
It is not the vigor of the horse that pleases , nor him if compraz in the corridor's hocks.
They please to the Mister the ones that only fear , and they trust your mercy.