Under the lotus plants he lies down, in the secrecy of the reeds and marsh.
Then behold, there were seven cows, good-looking and beefy, and they grazed in the reeds.
For the mountains bring him food, and all the wild animals play there.
The lotuses conceal him in their shade; the willows of the brook surround him.
From Your Temple above Jerusalem, kings bring You tribute.
The parched land will become a pool, the thirsty ground springs of water. In the haunt of jackals, where they rest, grass will become reeds and rushes.