Why hast thou abode between the boundaries, To hear lowings of herds? For the divisions of Reuben, Great `are' the searchings of heart!
Issacher `is' a strong ass, Crouching between the two folds;
`Tremble ye, and do not sin;' Say ye `thus' in your heart on your bed, And be ye silent. Selah.
Though ye do lie between two boundaries, Wings of a dove covered with silver, And her pinions with yellow gold.
I remember my music in the night, With my heart I meditate, and my spirit doth search diligently:
build for yourselves cities for your infants, and folds for your flock, and that which is going out from your mouth do ye.'
And Moses saith to the sons of Gad and to the sons of Reuben, `Do your brethren go in to the battle, and ye -- do ye sit here?
for the whole seek their own things, not the things of the Christ Jesus,
whose end `is' destruction, whose god `is' the belly, and whose glory `is' in their shame, who the things on earth are minding.
And princes in Issachar `are' with Deborah, Yea, Issachar `is' right with Barak, Into the valley he was sent on his feet. In the divisions of Reuben, Great `are' the decrees of heart!