“May the Lord bless his land
    with the precious dew from heaven above
    and with the deep waters that lie below;^(B)

²¹ “Mountains of Gilboa,^(A)
    may you have neither dew^(B) nor rain,^(C)
    may no showers fall on your terraced fields.^[a](D)
For there the shield of the mighty was despised,
    the shield of Saul—no longer rubbed with oil.^(E)

¹⁶ His roots dry up below^(A)
    and his branches wither above.^(B)

¹⁹ My roots will reach to the water,^(A)
    and the dew will lie all night on my branches.^(B)

²⁰ by his knowledge the watery depths were divided,
    and the clouds let drop the dew.

¹⁹ But your dead^(A) will live, Lord;
    their bodies will rise—
let those who dwell in the dust^(B)
    wake up and shout for joy—
your dew^(C) is like the dew of the morning;
    the earth will give birth to her dead.^(D)

⁵ I will be like the dew^(A) to Israel;
    he will blossom like a lily.^(B)
Like a cedar of Lebanon^(C)
    he will send down his roots;^(D)