there is no mediator between us, who might lay his hand on us both.

They have gaped on me with their mouth; and have scornfully beaten me on the cheek; they gather themselves against me.

His strength shall be hunger-bitten, and trouble shall be ready at his side.

They press out oil between their walls; they tread their winepresses, and still suffer thirst.

one is so near to another that no air can come between them;