He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a Rafa.
You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.
For he breaks me with a storm, and multiplies my wounds without cause.
Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.
They run like mighty men. They climb the wall like warriors. They each march in his line, and they don't swerve off course.
He struck them hip and thigh with a great slaughter: and he went down and lived in the cleft of the rock of `Etam.