It is He who sends down water from the sky of which you drink, and which nourishes the plants you feed your cattle,

It is He Who sent down water from the sky you drink from it, and from it are trees you use as pasture.

It is He who sends down to you out of heaven water of which you have to drink, and of which trees, for you to pasture your herds,

He it is who sendeth down from the heaven water for you, wherefrom is drinking and wherefrom are trees whereas ye pasture your herds.

He it is Who sends down water (rain) from the sky from it you drink and from it (grows) the vegetation on which you send your cattle to pasture

It is He Who sends down for you from the sky water. From it is drink, and with it grows vegetation for grazing.

He it is Who sends down water for you from the sky out of which you drink and out of which grow the plants on which you pasture your cattle,

He it is Who sendeth down water from the sky, whence ye have drink, and whence are trees on which ye send your beasts to pasture.

And there's some grass out here, there's some grass over here, and there is some grass over here.

The grass is green.

Profit and put the herd and the herd.

The grass looks nice.

The grass was soft.

The grass isn't green enough.

Trees, grass, water....

I don't think he is.

Lots of sheep.

The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.

The natural feed of horses is grass.

And the grasses and the trees bow (to Him) in adoration.

And the plants and the trees prostrate (for Him).

and the stars and the trees bow themselves

And the herbs and the trees do obe isance.

And the herbs (or stars) and the trees both prostrate.

And the stars and the trees prostrate themselves.

and the stars and the trees all prostrate themselves,

The stars and the trees prostrate.

What is this stuff?

That weed. I find it rather repulsive.

Then the green grass sprouted...

Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.

Dairy herds belonging to collective farms

The grass withers, the flower fades, because Yahweh's breath blows on it. Surely the people are like grass.

The grass withereth, the flower fadeth because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it surely the people is grass.

There is no grass on the moon.

He can hear the grass growing.

A bad thing never dies.

It isn't grass growing up there, is it?

The strays are leaving the herd.

The grass in the park is green and beautiful.

And the grasses and the trees bow (to Him) in adoration.

And the plants and the trees prostrate (for Him).

and the stars and the trees bow themselves

And the herbs and the trees do obe isance.

And the herbs (or stars) and the trees both prostrate.