He cutteth out channels among the rocks; And his eye seeth every precious thing.
He bindeth the streams that they trickle not; And the thing that is hid bringeth he forth to light.
He putteth forth his hand upon the flinty rock; He overturneth the mountains by the roots.
In all labour there is profit: But the talk of the lips tendeth only to penury.
And by knowledge are the chambers filled With all precious and pleasant riches.
Thy bow was made quite bare; The oaths to the tribes were a sure word. Selah Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers.