Its bones are tubes of bronze, its limbs like bars of iron.

Its back has rows of shields, shut up closely together as with a seal;

The depths of the sea were exposed; the inner regions of the world were uncovered by your battle cry, Lord, by the powerful breath from your nose.

His eyes are like doves by streams of water, washed in milk, mounted like jewels.

For the music director; a well-written song by the Korahites. As a deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God!

Even the wild animals cry out to you; for the river beds have dried up; fire has destroyed the grassy pastures.

Foreigners from the most terrifying nations have cut it down and left it to lie there on the mountains. In all the valleys its branches have fallen, and its boughs lie broken in the ravines of the land. All the peoples of the land have departed from its shade and left it.

On that day the mountains will drip with sweet wine, and the hills will flow with milk. All the dry stream beds of Judah will flow with water. A spring will flow out from the temple of the Lord, watering the Valley of Acacia Trees.