Some began to spit on him, and to cover his face, and to beat him with fists, and to tell him, *Prophesy!* The officers struck him with the palms of their hands.
It happened, when their hearts were merry, that they said, Call for Shimshon, that he may make us sport. They called for Shimshon out of the prison; and he made sport before them. They set him between the pillars: