Scale

Joseph is a fruitful vine—a fruitful vine by a spring, whose branches scale the wall.

For in You I can charge an army; with my God I can scale a wall.

One scale is so near to another that no air can pass between them.

For in You I can charge an army, and with my God I can scale a wall.

Lowborn men are but a vapor; the exalted are but a lie. Weighed on the scale, they go up; together they are but a vapor.

Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, or marked off the heavens with the span of his hand? Who has held the dust of the earth in a basket, or weighed the mountains on a scale and the hills with a balance?

They charge like mighty men; they scale the walls like men of war. Each one marches in formation, not swerving from the course.