All of them come for violence. Their hordes face the desert. He gathers prisoners like sand.

Then he sweeps by like the wind, and goes on. He is indeed guilty, whose strength is his god."

and make men like the fish of the sea, like the creeping things, that have no ruler over them?

Yes, moreover, wine is treacherous. A haughty man who doesn't stay at home, who enlarges his desire as Sheol, and he is like death, and can't be satisfied, but gathers to himself all nations, and heaps to himself all peoples.

His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.

The LORD, the Lord, is my strength. He makes my feet like deer's feet, and enables me to go in high places. For the music director, on my stringed instruments.