All thy foes, have opened wide, over thee their mouth, They have hissed, and gnashed their teeth, They have said - We have swallowed her up! Surely, this, is the day for which we have waited, We have found! We have seen!

Let him put, in the dust, his mouth, peradventure, there is hope!

Out of the mouth of the Most High, Proceed there not misfortunes and blessing?

With their mouth, opened wide over us, stand all our foes.

The tongue of the suckling, cleaveth to the roof of his mouth for thirst, - Young children, have asked bread, there was none, to break, it to them.