Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
When it is lifted up, like a howling lion, thou dost hunt me, Then again thou dost shew thyself marvellous against me.
His archers came round against me, He clave asunder my reins, and spared not, He poured out, on the earth, my gall:
For, whom, thou thyself, hadst smitten, they pursued, And, unto the pain of thy wounded ones, they must needs add.
And are not
In very deed, put forth, I pray thee thy hand, and smite unto his bone, and unto his flesh, - verily, unto thy face, will he curse thee.
If the men of my household have not said, Oh for some of his flesh - we cannot get filled,
But I will put it into the hand of thy tormentors, Who said to thy soul, Bow down thus we may pass over, - And so thou didst place as the ground, thy back, Yea as the street to such as were passing along.
Who indeed have eaten the flesh of my people, and, their skin from off them, have stript, and, their bones, have they broken in pieces, - and will spread them out, as flesh with a fork, and as flesh, in the midst of a pot.