The stouthearted were plundered,
They sank into sleep;
And none of the warriors could use his hands.

When He rained meat upon them like the dust,
Even winged fowl like the sand of the seas,

The mountains rose; the valleys sank down
To the place which You established for them.

Then they believed His words;
They sang His praise.

Many times He would deliver them;
They, however, were rebellious in their counsel,
And so sank down in their iniquity.

If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand.
When I awake, I am still with You.