He found his people in desert country,
In a howling, wasted wilderness.
He protected him and cared for him
Guarded him like the pupil of his eye,
Like an eagle that stirs up her nest,
Hovers over her young,
Spreads out her wings, takes the
And carries them as she flies.
“Adonai alone led his people;
No alien god was with him.
He made them ride on the heights of the earth.
They ate the produce of the fields.
He had then suck honey from the rocks.
And olive oil from the crags,
Curds from the cows milk and from the sheep,
With lamb fat, rams from Bashan and goats,
With the finest wheat flour;
And you drank sparkling wine from the blood of grapes.
But Yeshurun grew fat and kicked
(You grew fat, thick, gross!)
He abandoned G-D his Maker;
He scorned the Rock, his salvation.
They roused him to jealousy with alien gods,
Gods that they had never known,
New gods that had come up lately,
Which your ancestors had not feared.
You ignored the Rock, who fathered you,
You forgot G-D, who gave you birth.
ADONAI SAW AND WAS FILLED WITH SCORN