He bursts upon me again and again; he rushes at me like a warrior.
You have turned cruel to me; with the might of your hand you persecute me.
For he crushes me with a tempest, and multiplies my wounds without cause;
Deep calls to deep at the thunder of your cataracts; all your waves and your billows have gone over me.
Like warriors they charge, like soldiers they scale the wall. Each keeps to its own course, they do not swerve from their paths.
He struck them down hip and thigh with great slaughter; and he went down and stayed in the cleft of the rock of Etam.