They are running like strong men, they go over the wall like men of war; every man goes straight on his way, their lines are not broken.

No one is pushing against another; everyone goes straight on his way: bursting through the sword points, their order is not broken.

Let the priests, the servants of the Lord, be weeping between the covered way and the altar, and let them say, Have mercy on your people, O Lord, do not give up your heritage to shame, so that the nations become their rulers: why let them say among the peoples, Where is their God?