When my steps were washed with butter, And the rock poured me out rivers of oil!
Binding his foal unto the vine, And his ass's colt unto the choice vine; He hath washed his garments in wine, And his vesture in the blood of grapes:
He shall not look upon the rivers, The flowing streams of honey and butter.
When the Almighty was yet with me, And my children were about me;
He should feed them also with the finest of the wheat: And with honey out of the rock should I satisfy thee.
Thus wast thou decked with gold and silver; and thy raiment was of fine linen, and silk, and broidered work; thou didst eat fine flour, and honey, and oil: and thou wast exceeding beautiful, and thou didst prosper unto royal estate.
And of Asher he said, Blessed be Asher with children; Let him be acceptable unto his brethren, And let him dip his foot in oil.