He breaks through against me, breach after breach. He runs after me like a warrior.
You have turned on me cruelly; You attack me with the might of Your hand.
He who crushes me with a storm and multiplies my wounds for no reason.
My God, my soul is downcast within me! Therefore I remember You from the land of Jordan and from the peaks of Hermon, from Mount Mitzar.
They run like mighty men. They climb a wall like men of war. They each march in line, never deviating from their ways.
So he struck them leg upon thigh with a great slaughter. Then he went down and stayed in the cleft of the rock of Etam.