Distress and anguish make him afraid; they prevail against him, as a king ready for the battle.

Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to rouse Leviathan;

He that is ready to stumble with the foot is a lamp despised in the thought of him that is at ease.

He wandereth abroad for bread, where may it be? He knoweth that the day of darkness is ready at his hand.

His strength is hunger-bitten, and calamity is ready at his side.

Behold, my belly is as wine which hath no vent; like new flasks, it is ready to burst.

Which I have reserved for the time of distress, for the day of battle and war?

At the noise of the trumpets he saith, Aha! and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.

Lay thy hand upon him; remember the battle, do no more!