For by thee I have run through a troop; and by my God have I leaped over a wall.

Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; and thy paths drop fatness.

They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness: and the little hills rejoice on every side.

Let their table become a snare before them: and that which should have been for their welfare, let it become a trap.

Moreover he refused the tabernacle of Joseph, and chose not the tribe of Ephraim:

But chose the tribe of Judah, the mount Zion which he loved.