19 Eagles of heaven are not so swift as they
335Which follow us, o'r mountaine tops they flye
At us, and for us in the desart lye.
20 The annointed Lord, breath of our nostrils, hee
Of whom we said, under his shadow, wee
Shall with more ease under the Heathen dwell,
340Into the pit which these men digged, fell.
21 Rejoyce O Edoms daughter, joyfull bee
Thou which inhabitst Huz, for unto thee