Like rams the mountains, and like lambs the hills skipp'd to and fro.
He makes them like a calf to skip, ev'n that great Lebanon, And, like to a young unicorn, the mountain Sirion.
Th' earth, as affrighted, then did shake, trembling upon it seiz'd: The hills' foundations moved were, because he was displeas'd.
Why do ye leap, ye mountains high? this is the hill where God Desires to dwell; yea, God in it for aye will make abode.
Sure each man walks in a vain show; they vex themselves in vain: He heaps up wealth, and doth not know to whom it shall pertain.