1. Surely there is for silver a source, And a place for the gold they refine;
2. Iron from the dust is taken, And [from] the firm stone brass.
3. An end hath he set to darkness, And to all perfection he is searching, A stone of darkness and death-shade.
4. A stream hath broken out from a sojourner, Those forgotten of the foot, They were low, from man they wandered.
5. The earth! from it cometh forth bread, And its under-part is turned like fire.
6. A place of the sapphire [are] its stones, And it hath dust of gold.
7. A path--not known it hath a ravenous fowl, Nor scorched it hath an eye of the kite,