My eyes are swollen from grief;
they grow old because of all my enemies.

Sons of a stranger fade away, And are slain out of their close places.

Surely, for Thy sake we have been slain all the day, Reckoned as sheep of the slaughter.

How long will ye imagine mischief against a man? ye shall be slain all of you: as a bowing wall shall ye be, and as a tottering fence.

Their priests were slain with the sword, and there were no widows to made lamentation.

Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.

Thou hast broken Rahab in pieces, as one that is slain; thou hast scattered thine enemies with thy strong arm.

the swollen waters would have swept us away.

We hanged our harps upon the salon-trees, in the midst of it.