Lo, a people, like a lioness, shall rise, And like a strong lion, shall rouse himself up; He will not lie down till be eat the torn, And the blood of the slain, he drink.

He hath knelt - hath lain down, Like a strong lion, yea like a lioness, Who shall rouse him up? Such as bless thee are each one blessed, But, such, as curse thee, are each one cursed.