But Jeshurun grew fat, and kicked. You have grown fat. You have grown thick. You have become sleek. Then he forsook God who made him, and lightly esteemed the Rock of his salvation.

He was king in Jeshurun, When the heads of the people were gathered, All the tribes of Israel together.

"There is none like God, Jeshurun, who rides on the heavens for your help, In his majesty through the skies.