¹⁴ He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.

⁸ And he smiteth them hip and thigh -- a great smiting, and goeth down and dwelleth in the cleft of the rock Etam.

¹⁷ Because with a tempest He bruiseth me, And hath multiplied my wounds for nought.

⁷ Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.

³ Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.

⁴ He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.

⁵ He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.

⁷ As mighty ones they run, As men of war they go up a wall, And each in his own ways they do go, And they embarrass not their paths.