who caused thee to journey through the great and terrible desert, of fiery serpents and scorpions, and thirsty wastes where was no water,—who brought forth for thee water out of the flinty rock;
The Oracle on the Beasts of the South,—Through a land of distress and oppression—Lioness and lion coming therefrom, Viper and fiery flying serpent, They would carry, on the shoulders of young asses their wealth And on the humps of camels their treasures Unto a people that cannot serve them.
Do not rejoice, Philistia, any of thee, In that the rod of him that smote thee, is broken,—For, out of the root of the serpent, shall come forth, a viper, And his fruit be a fiery dragon that flieth.
If a mischievous wild beast, I suffer to pass through the land, and that beast bereave it, so that it become too desolate for any man to pass through, by reason of the wild beast,