Is a Reem willing to serve thee? Doth he lodge by thy crib?
Dost thou bind a Reem in a furrow `with' his thick band? Doth he harrow valleys after thee?
The range of mountains `is' his pasture, And after every green thing he seeketh.
Save me from the mouth of a lion: -- And -- from the horns of the high places Thou hast answered me!
And He causeth them to skip as a calf, Lebanon and Sirion as a son of Reems,
And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
An ox hath known its owner, And an ass the crib of its master, Israel hath not known, My people hath not understood.
And come down have reems with them, And bullocks with bulls, And soaked hath been their land from blood, And their dust from fatness is made fat.
God is bringing them out from Egypt, As the swiftness of a Reem is to him;
His honour `is' a firstling of his ox, And his horns `are' horns of a reem; By them peoples he doth push together To the ends of earth; And they `are' the myriads of Ephraim, And they `are' the thousands of Manasseh.