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.
6 They stretch out like river valleys, like gardens beside a stream,like aloes the Lord has planted,like cedars beside the water.
7 Water will flow from his buckets,and his seed will be by abundant water.His king will be greater than Agag, and his kingdom will be exalted.
8 God brought him out of Egypt;He is like the horns of a wild ox for them. He will feed on enemy nationsand gnaw their bones;he will strike them with his arrows.
9 He crouches, he lies down like a lionor a lioness — who dares to rouse him? Those who bless you will be blessed,and those who curse you will be cursed.