He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.
Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppresest me.
Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.
Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.
As mighty ones they run, As men of war they go up a wall, And each in his own ways they do go, And they embarrass not their paths.
And he smiteth them hip and thigh -- a great smiting, and goeth down and dwelleth in the cleft of the rock Etam.