Who hath cloven - for the torrent - a channel? Or a way for the lightning of thunders;

Unto my skin and unto my flesh, have my bones cleaved, and I have escaped with the akin of my teeth.

His archers came round against me, He clave asunder my reins, and spared not, He poured out, on the earth, my gall:

The voice of nobles, was hushed, and their tongue to their palate, did cleave;

Each to its fellow, they cleave, they grasp each other, and cannot be parted;

The dewlaps of his flesh, cleave together, hardened upon him, they cannot be moved;

And thou dost put - in the stocks - my feet, and observest all my paths, Against the roots of my feet, thou dost cut out a bound;