“He is torn from the security of his tent,
And they march him before the king of terrors.

His troops march in a column against me, erecting their siege ramps against me; they surround my tent."

He hath drawn it out, and it hath come forth out of his back, - yea the flashing arrow-head, out of his gall, There shall march on him - terrors:

Pleasant to him are the mounds of the torrent-bed, - and, after him, doth every man march, as, before him, there were without number.

Ravenous beasts have not made a track thereof, neither hath the lion marched thereon:

If I looked at the sun, when it flashed forth light, or at the moon, majestically marching along;