And a breath was moving over my face; the hair of my flesh became stiff:

I was in comfort, but I have been broken up by his hands; he has taken me by the neck, shaking me to bits; he has put me up as a mark for his arrows.

With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.

Do you give strength to the horse? is it by your hand that his neck is clothed with power?

Strength is in his neck, and fear goes dancing before him.