<p class="poetry">On the flinty rock man has set to work<n id="1" /> with his hand;p> <p class="poetry">he has overturned mountains at their bases.<n id="2" />p>

<p class="poetry">who turned a rock into a pool of water,p> <p class="poetry">a hard rock into springs of water!<n id="1" />p>

and who brought you through the great, fearful desert of venomous serpents<n id="1" /> and scorpions, an arid place with no water. He made water flow<n id="2" /> from a flint rock and

<p class="poetry">He enabled him<n id="1" /> to travel over the high terrain of the land,p> <p class="poetry">and he ate of the produce of the fields.p> <p class="poetry">He provided honey for him from the cliffs,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">and olive oil<n id="3" /> from the hardest of<n id="4" /> rocks,<n id="5" />p>

<p class="poetry">But the sovereign <sc>Lordsc> helps me,p> <p class="poetry">so I am not humiliated.p> <p class="poetry">For that reason I am steadfastly resolved;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">I know I will not be put to shame.p>