When they were to have ruined another, their tongue smote themselves, All who observe them take flight.

Yea, God himself, will smite through the head of his foes, - The hairy crown of him that is marching on in his guilty deeds.

So he smote, Every first-born in Egypt, The beginning of their strength, in the tents of Ham;

So he smote his adversaries in the rear, Reproach age-abiding, laid he upon them.

And I will shatter, from before him, his adversaries, And, them who hate him, will I smite;

And he smote their vines, and their fig-trees, And brake in pieces the trees of their bounds;

Then smote he every firstborn in their land, The beginning of all their strength;

By day, the sun, shall not smite, nor, the moon, by night.

Who smote the firstborn of Egypt, both of man, and of beast;

Who smote great nations, and slew mighty kings:

To him that smote Egypt in their firstborn, For, age-abiding, is his lovingkindness.

To him that smote great kings, For, age-abiding, is his lovingkindness.

Let a righteous man smite me - a lovingkindness, that he should correct me, an oil for the head which let not my head refuse! For, yet, even my prayer, shall be in their calamities.