For, he, woundeth that he may bind up, He smiteth through, that, his own hands, may heal.

By their great force they have become my raiment; they bind me about as the collar of my coat.

If not -- on my shoulder I take it up, I bind it a crown on myself.

And Job will open his mouth in vain; he will bind together words without knowledge.

Dost thou bind sweet influences of Kimah? Or the attractions of Kesil dost thou open?

Dost thou bind a Reem in a furrow with his thick band? Doth he harrow valleys after thee?

Hide them in the dust together, Their faces bind in secret.

Darest thou draw out Leviathan with an angle, or bind his tongue with a snare?

Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels?