He runneth upon him, even on his neck, upon the thick bosses of his bucklers:

I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.

My clothing is distorted with great force;
He chokes me by the neck of my garment.

Hast thou given the horse strength? hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?

In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.