Then I said, I shall die in my nest, and I shall multiply my days like the sand.
And You said, I will surely do you good, and make your seed as the sand of the sea, which cannot be numbered for multitude.
And Joseph gathered grain like the sand of the sea, very much, until he quit numbering it; for it was without number.
I broke the fangs of the wicked, and plucked the prey out of his teeth.
My root was open to the waters, and the dew lay all night on my branch.
You shall come to your grave in a full age, like a shock of grain comes in its season.
With long life I will satisfy him, and show him My salvation.
O dweller in Lebanon, nested in the cedars, how you will groan when pangs come to you, the pain as one giving birth?
Your dreadfulness has deceived you, and the pride of your heart, O you who dwell in the clefts of the rock, who 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 Jehovah.
Though you rise high like the eagle, and though you set your nest between the stars, I will bring you down from there, says Jehovah.
Woe to him who robs evil booty for his house, to set his nest on high, to be delivered from the hand of evil!