When my steps were bathed in milk, and, the rock, poured out beside me, rivulets of oil:
Then would he feed them from the marrow of the wheat, Yea, out of the rock - with honey, would I satisfy thee.
Binding, to the vine, his ass, And to the choice vine his ass's colt, He hath washed in wine his raiment, And in the blood of grapes, his mantle:
And, of Asher, he said, Most blessed of sons, be Asher, - Let him have the goodwill of his brethren, And let him dip, in oil, his foot:
He made him ride on the high places of the land, Caused him to eat the increase of the fields, - And gave him to suck honey out of the cliff, And oil out of the rock of flint: