In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.

Dost thou give to the horse might? Dost thou clothe his neck with a mane?

He runneth unto Him with a neck, With thick bosses of his shields.

At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.