Sorrow and carefulness make him afraid, and compass him round about, like as it where a king with his host ready to the battle.

“God hands me over to criminals
And tosses me [headlong] into the hands of the wicked.

From the host of tyrannies they cry out; they cry out because of the arm of the multitude.

He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength; he goeth forth to meet the armed host.