Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory of his holiness.
And upon all the tall and lofty cedars of Libanus, and upon all the oaks of Basan.
And it answered them: If indeed you mean to make me king, come ye and rest under my shadow. But if you mean it not, let fire come out from the bramble, and devour the cedars of Libanus.
And he called a famine upon the land: and he broke in pieces all the support of bread.