After a standard Old Hebrew greeting and salutation in verses 1-4, this psalmist points his pen in verse 5 at “You who are the confidence of all the ends of the earth, / And of the far-off seas.”
From that point on — in verses 6-13 — that divine “You” could just as well be called “Nature” or “Gaia” or “Gitche Manitou.” Then those last eight verses would make perfect sense in any circle.
Water in its various forms is the psalm’s dominant image — as ocean waves, mountain streams, majestic rivers, but mainly as rains that come down to make “the little hills rejoice on every side.”
Thanks to these life-giving showers, “The pastures are clothed with flocks; / The valleys also are covered with grain; / They shout for joy, they also sing.” I would bet they also danced in that rain.