Earth's fat ones eat, and worship shall: all who to dust descend Shall bow to him; none of them can his soul from death defend.
The daughter there of Tyre shall be with gifts and off 'rings great: Those of the people that are rich thy favour shall entreat.
He from the dust doth raise the poor, that very low doth lie; And from the dunghill lifts the man oppress'd with poverty;
God's wrath upon them came, and slew the fattest of them all; So that the choice of Israel, o'erthrown by death, did fall.
Their eyes stand out with fat; they have more than their hearts could wish.