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 torrents; 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 a massive defeat, and he went down and stayed in the cleft of the rock of Etam.