Let, my shoulder, from the shoulder-blade, fall, and, my arm, from the upper bone, be broken;

Hast not, thou thyself, made a hedge about him, and about his house, and about all that he hath, on every side? The work of his hands, thou hast blessed, and, his substance, hath broken forth in the land.

Notwithstanding the roaring of the lion, and the noise of the howling lion, yet, the teeth of the fierce lions, are broken:

Betwixt morning and evening, are they broken in pieces, With none to save, they utterly perish:

My spirit, is broken, My days, are extinguished, Graves, are left me.

My days, are past, my purposes, are broken off, the possessions of my heart!

He counteth iron as broken straw, and bronze as rotten wood: