The sons of Aram were Uz and Hul and Gether and Mash.

“And He made darkness canopies around Him,
A mass of waters, thick clouds of the sky.

When the dust hardens into a mass
And the clods stick together?

And you will be like one who lies down in the middle of the sea,
Or like one who lies down on the top of a mast.

Your tackle hangs slack;
It cannot hold the base of its mast firmly,
Nor spread out the sail.
Then the prey of an abundant spoil will be divided;
The lame will take the plunder.

‘And it had strong branches fit for scepters of rulers,
And its height was raised above the clouds
So that it was seen in its height with the mass of its branches.

“They have made all your planks of fir trees from Senir;
They have taken a cedar from Lebanon to make a mast for you.

Horsemen charging,
Swords flashing, spears gleaming,
Many slain, a mass of corpses,
And countless dead bodies—
They stumble over the dead bodies!