He is come to Aiath, he hath passed through Migron; at Michmash he layeth up his baggage.

Why sayest thou, Jacob, and speakest, O Israel, My way is hid from Jehovah, and my right is passed away from my God?

He pursued them, he passed on in safety, by a way he had never come with his feet.

Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of Jehovah; awake, as in the days of old, as in the generations of passed ages. Is it not thou that hath hewn Rahab in pieces, and pierced the monster?