Numbers 24:2-9

When Balaam looked up and saw Israel encamped tribe by tribe, the Spirit of God  came on him, and he proclaimed his poem: The oracle of Balaam son of Beor, the oracle of the man whose eyes are opened, 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: How beautiful are your tents, Jacob, your dwellings, Israel. They stretch out like river valleys,  like gardens beside a stream, like aloes the  LORD has planted, like cedars beside the water. 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. God brought him out of Egypt; he is like  the horns of a wild ox for them.  He will feed on enemy nations and gnaw their bones; he will strike them with his arrows. He crouches, he lies down like a lion or a lioness — who dares to rouse him?  Those who bless you will be blessed, and those who curse you will be cursed.