1 Since Balaam saw that it pleased the Lord to bless Israel, he did not go to seek omens as on previous occasions, but turned toward the wilderness.
2 When Balaam looked up and saw Israel encamped tribe by tribe, the Spirit of God came on him,
3 and he proclaimed his poem:The oracle of Balaam son of Beor,the oracle of the man whose eyes are opened,
4 the oracle of one who hears the sayings of God,who sees a vision from the Almighty, who falls into a trance with his eyes uncovered:
5 How beautiful are your tents, Jacob,your dwellings, Israel.