Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains and they shall smoke.
O my people, remember, I pray thee, what Balach the king of Moab purposed: and what Balaam the son of Beor answered him, from Setim to Galgal, that thou mightest know the justices of the Lord.
To the righteous a light is risen up in darkness: he is merciful, and compassionate and just.
Hope in God, for I will still give praise to him: the salvation of my countenance, and my God.
And he was gone forth to meditate in the field, the day being now well spent: and when he had lifted up his eyes, he saw camels coming afar off.