Then I said, I shall die in my nest, and I shall multiply my days as the sand.
And you said, I will surely do you good, and make your descendants as the sand of the sea, which cannot be numbered for multitude.
And Joseph gathered grain as the sand of the sea, very much, until he quit numbering; for it was without number.
And I broke the fangs of the wicked, and plucked the spoil out of his teeth.
My root was spread out to the waters, and the dew lay all night upon my branch.
You shall come to your grave in a full age, like a shock of grain comes in in its season.
With long life will I satisfy him, and show him my salvation.
O inhabitant of Lebanon, that makes your nest in the cedars, how gracious shall you be when pangs come upon you, the pain as of a woman in travail!
Your fierceness has deceived you, and the pride of your heart, O you that dwell in the clefts of the rock, that hold the height of the hill: though you should make your nest as high as the eagle, I will bring you down from there, says the LORD.
Though you exalt yourself as the eagle, and though you set your nest among the stars, from there will I bring you down, says the LORD.
Woe to him that covets an evil gain for his house, that he may set his nest on high, that he may be delivered from the power of ruin!