Thou didst plant a vine. It took deep root, filled the land, covered the mountain, sent out branches to the sea and shoots to the river. Mountains skipped like rams and the little hills like lambs. The sea saw and fled. What ails ye sea, so to flee and ye mountains so to skip.
Dark black makes a secret place.
A fire burned before, clouds and darkness round about hills melted like wax. Lightnings enlightened the world. Zion saw, heard, and was glad. The voice of thunder, lightnings light, filled the heavens. Clouds poured out water.