Therefore he sacrificeth unto his net, and burneth incense unto his drag; because by them his portion is fat, and his food plenteous.

Before him went the pestilence, And fiery bolts went forth at his feet.

For though the fig-tree shall not flourish, Neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labor of the olive shall fail, And the fields shall yield no food; The flock shall be cut off from the fold, And there shall be no herd in the stalls:

Jehovah, the Lord, is my strength; And he maketh my feet like hinds feet , And will make me to walk upon my high places.