They are destroyed between morning and evening; they perish forever without anyone regarding it.

Nor is there an arbiter between us, who might lay his hand on us both,

They press out the olive oil between the rows of olive trees; they tread the winepresses while they are thirsty.

He marks out the horizon on the surface of the waters as a boundary between light and darkness.

each one is so close to the next that no air can come between them.