When my stepswere bathedin butter,And the rockpouredout for me streamsof oil!
"He ties[his] foalto the vine,And his donkey'scoltto the choicevine;He washeshis garmentsin wine,And his robesin the bloodof grapes.
"He does not lookat the streams,The riversflowingwith honeyand curds.
When the Almightywas yetwith me, [And] my childrenwere aroundme;
"But I would feedyou with the finestof the wheat,And with honeyfrom the rockI would satisfyyou."
"Thus you were adornedwith goldand silver,and your dresswas of finelinen,silkand embroideredcloth.You atefineflour,honeyand oil;so you were exceedinglybeautifuland advancedto royalty.
Of Asherhe said,"Moreblessedthansonsis Asher;May he be favoredby his brothers,And may he diphis footin oil.
