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.}

But when I went by, lo, he was gone; I sought him, but his place could nowhere be found.

If it were mine enemy that reviled me, I could bear it: or if one that ought me evil will did threaten me, I would hide myself from him.

Thou heldest mine eyes waking, I was so feeble, that I could not speak.