13 He kept making him ride upon earth’s high places,+

So that he ate* the produce of the field.+

And he kept making him suck honey out of a crag,+

And oil out of a flinty rock;+

Who is there like you,+

A people enjoying salvation in Jehovah,+

The shield of your help,+

And the One who is your eminent sword?+

So your enemies will cringe before you,*+

And you—upon their high places you will tread.”*+