More incensed than before, the king of Moab burst forth into bitter complaints against the Prophet, and though the latter reminded him that he could speak nothing but the word of Jehovah, yet he determined from one more point to show him the people, that peradventure he might thence effect the potent curse. He led him up, therefore, to a peak, where stood the sanctuary of Peor (Num. xxiii. 28), looking toward Jeshimon or _the waste_, “probably the dreary barren waste of the hills lying immediately on the east of the Dead Sea.” There the seven altars were for the third time built, and the victims for the third time slain. But Balaam was now convinced that Jehovah was pleased only to bless the people. Without resorting, therefore, any more to useless divinations, he lifted up his eyes, and looked down upon the tribes encamped in the acacia groves below him, with their _goodly tents spread out like the valleys_, or watercourses of the mountains, like the hanging gardens beside his own great river Euphrates, as _lign-aloes which the Lord had planted, as cedar trees beside the waters_ (Num. xxiv. 6). And as he stood, “with tranced yet open gaze” he saw the Vision of the Almighty, and “in outline dim and vast” beheld the future of the “desert-wearied tribes” that lay encamped before him “in sight of Canaan[132].” He beheld them _pouring water from their buckets, their seed in many waters, their king higher than any Amalekite Agag_ ruling in the Arabian wilderness south of where he stood. He knew that God had _brought them forth out of Egypt_, and that their _strength was like that of the unicorn_. He foresaw them _couched as a lion, and lying down as a great lion, eating up the nations their enemies, breaking their bones, and piercing them through with the arrows_ of their archers. _Blessed was he that blessed them, and cursed was he that cursed them_ (Num. xxiv. 1–9).