Like warriors they run, like soldiers they scale walls, Each advancing in line, without swerving from the course.
Locusts—they have no king, yet they march forth in formation;
They charge the city, they run upon the wall, they climb into the houses; Through the windows they enter like thieves.
Climb her terraces, and ravage them, destroy them completely. Tear away her tendrils, they do not belong to the Lord.
On that day David said: “All who wish to strike at the Jebusites must attack through the water shaft. The lame and the blind shall be the personal enemies of David.” That is why it is said, “The blind and the lame shall not enter the palace.”
Saul and Jonathan, beloved and dear, separated neither in life nor death, swifter than eagles, stronger than lions!
A report goes forth through all the earth, their messages, to the ends of the world. He has pitched in them a tent for the sun;
He pierces me, thrust upon thrust, rushes at me like a warrior.
No one crowds the other; each advances in its own track; They plunge through the weapons; they are not checked.
Of the Danites, set in battle array: twenty-eight thousand six hundred.