His shoulder I from burdens took, his hands from pots did free.
Though ye have lien among the pots, like doves ye shall appear, Whose wings with silver, and with gold whose feathers covered are.
When Isr'el out of Egypt went, and did his dwelling change, When Jacob's house went out from those that were of language strange,
Unto that place the tribes go up, the tribes of God go thither: To Isr'el's testimony, there to God's name thanks to pay.