By his knowledge the primordial sea
And when the dew came down
My roots reach the water, and the dew lies on my branches all night long.
Does the rain have a father, or who has fathered the drops of the dew?
A king’s wrath is like
May God give you the dew of the sky
My teaching will drop like the rain, my sayings will drip like the dew,
Of Joseph he said: May the Lord bless his land with the harvest produced by the sky,
Your people willingly follow you
Therefore they will disappear like
I will be like the dew to Israel; he will blossom like a lily, he will send down his roots like a cedar of
This is why the sky
So his father Isaac said to him, “Indeed,
In the evening the quail
Israel lives in safety, the fountain of Jacob is quite secure,
The Lord did as he asked.
That night God did as he asked.
It is like the dew of Hermon,