He breaks me with breach upon breach; he runs upon me like a warrior.
Thou hast turned cruel to me; with the might of thy hand thou dost persecute me.
For he crushes me with a tempest, and multiplies my wounds without cause;
Deep calls to deep at the thunder of thy cataracts; all thy waves and thy billows have gone over me.
Like warriors they charge, like soldiers they scale the wall. They march each on his way, they do not swerve from their paths.
And he smote them hip and thigh with great slaughter; and he went down and stayed in the cleft of the rock of Etam.