²² The deep is boiling like a pot of spices, and the sea like a perfume-vessel.

¹⁹ She is cruel to her young ones, as if they were not hers; her work is to no purpose; she has no fear.

¹⁶ He takes his rest under the trees of the river, and in the pool, under the shade of the water-plants.

¹⁴ I will give the price to make them free from the power of the underworld, I will be their saviour from death: O death! where are your pains? O underworld! where is your destruction? my eyes will have no pity.

⁵⁵ O death, where is your power? O death, where are your pains?

⁵⁶ The pain of death is sin; and the power of sin is the law:

⁵⁷ But praise be to God who gives us strength to overcome through our Lord Jesus Christ.