He clove the hard rocks in the wilderness, and gave them drink thereof, as it had been out of the great depth.

I will take no wicked thing in hand. I hate the sin of unfaithfulness; it shall not cleave unto me.

For the voice of my groaning, my bones will scarce cleave to my flesh.

If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, yea, if I prefer not Jerusalem in my mirth.

He maketh my feet like hart's feet, and setteth me up on high. {TYNDALE: And maketh my feet as swift as a hind's, and setteth me fast upon my high hold.}

He bowed the heavens, also, and came down, and it was dark under his feet. {TYNDALE: And he bowed heaven and came down, and darkness underneath his feet.}

I will smite them, that they shall not be able to stand, but fall under my feet. {TYNDALE: I wasted them and so clouted them, that they could not arise: but fell under my feet.}