It paws the ground in the valley, exulting mightily, it goes out to meet the weapons.

The clods of the torrent valley are sweet to him; behind him everybody follows in procession, and before him goes a countless throng.

Far from where people live he sinks a shaft, in places travelers have long forgotten, far from other people he dangles and sways.

And surely, he drew you from the mouth of distress, to a wide place, unrestricted, and to the comfort of your table filled with rich food.