The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.

When they bow down in dens -- Abide in a thicket for a covert?

They bow down, Their young ones they bring forth safely, Their pangs they cast forth.

My honour is fresh with me, And my bow in my hand is renewed.

If God will not withdraw his anger, the proud helpers do bow before him.

He shall flee from the iron weapon, and the bow of bronze shall strike him through.

Then let my wife grind for another, and let others bow down upon her.

"Hast thou given the horse his strength? Or learned him to bow down his neck with fear: