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He took up his parable, and said, Balaam the son of Beor says, The man whose eye was closed says;
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He says, who hears the words of God, Who sees the vision of the Almighty, Falling down, and having his eyes open:
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How goodly are your tents, Jacob, Your tents, Israel!
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As valleys are they spread forth, As gardens by the river-side, As lign-aloes which Yahweh has planted, As cedar trees beside the waters.
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Water shall flow from his buckets, His seed shall be in many waters, His king shall be higher than Agag, His kingdom shall be exalted.
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God brings him forth out of Egypt; He has as it were the strength of the wild-ox: He shall eat up the nations his adversaries, Shall break their bones in pieces, Smite [them] through with his arrows.
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He couched, he lay down as a lion, As a lioness; who shall rouse him up? Blessed be everyone who blesses you, Cursed be everyone who curses you.
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Balak's anger was kindled against Balaam, and he struck his hands together; and Balak said to Balaam, I called you to curse my enemies, and, behold, you have altogether blessed them these three times.
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Therefore now flee you to your place: I thought to promote you to great honor; but, behold, Yahweh has kept you back from honor.
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Balaam said to Balak, Didn't I also tell your messengers who you sent to me, saying,
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If Balak would give me his house full of silver and gold, I can't go beyond the word of Yahweh, to do either good or bad of my own mind; what Yahweh speaks, that will I speak?