²² In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.

¹⁹ Dost thou give to the horse might? Dost thou clothe his neck `with' a mane?

¹⁶ Lo, I pray thee, his power `is' in his loins, And his strength in the muscles of his belly.

¹⁴ From the hand of Sheol I do ransom them, From death I redeem them, Where `is' thy plague, O death? Where thy destruction, O Sheol? Repentance is hid from Mine eyes.

⁵⁵ where, O Death, thy sting? where, O Hades, thy victory?'

⁵⁶ and the sting of the death `is' the sin, and the power of the sin the law;

⁵⁷ and to God -- thanks, to Him who is giving us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ;