They run like mighty men, they climb the wall like men of battle, every one goes on his way, and they do not break ranks.
The locusts have no sovereign, Yet they all go out in formation;
They rush on the city, they run on the wall. They climb into the houses, they enter at the windows like a thief.
“Go up on her walls and destroy, but do not make a complete end. Take away her branches, for they do not belong to יהוה.
And Dawiḏ
“Sha’ul and Yehonathan were beloved And pleasant in their lives, And in their death they were not parted. They were swifter than eagles, They were stronger than lions.
And it is like a bridegroom coming out of his room, It rejoices like a strong man to run the path.
He made a breach in me, breach upon breach. He runs upon me like a mighty man.
And they do not press one another, every one goes in his path. They fall among the weapons, but they do not stop.
and of Ashĕ