God is bringing them out from Egypt, As the swiftness of a Reem is to him;

God is bringing him out of Egypt; As the swiftness of a Reem is to him, He eateth up nations his adversaries, And their bones he breaketh, And with his arrows he smiteth,

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.

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? read more. Dost thou trust in him because great is his power? And dost thou leave unto him thy labour? Dost thou trust in him That he doth bring back thy seed? And to thy threshing-floor doth gather it?

Save me from the mouth of a lion: -- And -- from the horns of the high places Thou hast answered me!

And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.

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.