When washing my goings with butter, And the firm rock `is' with me rivulets of oil.
Binding to the vine his ass, And to the choice vine the colt of his ass, He hath washed in wine his clothing, And in the blood of grapes his covering;
He looketh not on rivulets, Flowing of brooks of honey and butter.
When yet the Mighty One `is' with me. Round about me -- my young ones,
He causeth him to eat of the fat of wheat, And `with' honey from a rock I satisfy thee!
And thou dost put on gold and silver, And thy clothing `is' fine linen, And figured silk and embroidery, Fine flour, and honey, and oil thou hast eaten, And thou art very very beautiful, And dost go prosperously to the kingdom.
And of Asher he said: -- Blessed with sons `is' Asher, Let him be accepted by his brethren, And dipping in oil his foot.