He shall among the heathen judge, he shall with bodies dead The places fill: o'er many lands he wound shall ev'ry head.
But surely God shall wound the head of those that are his foes; The hairy scalp of him that still on in his trespass goes.
God said, My people I will bring again from Bashan hill; Yea, from the sea's devouring depths them bring again I will;