“The oracle of Balaam, Beor’s Son,
Of the man whose eye-curtains now divide,
Who hears the sayings of the Holy One,
The vision of the LORD with pupils wide.
How Jacob’s tents like groves of palm trees grow;
Like river gardens ripe camps Israel;
Like aloes God has planted row by row,
Like cedar trees where flowing waters swell.
From Egypt’s land God brought them to this hour
As one who leads an ox that’s wild, fierce;
For hostile nations they will all devour:
Foes’ bones they break, their flesh with arrows pierce.
Thus have I seen the garden of the LORD,
The blessed hand of heaven, judgment’s sword.”
- Palm Groves in Israel – שרון שלמה [CC BY 2.5 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.5)], via Wikimedia Commons