⁴ And Samson goeth and catcheth three hundred foxes, and taketh torches, and turneth tail unto tail, and putteth a torch between the two tails, in the midst,

¹⁰ They cause him to run on the edge of the sword, A portion for foxes they are.

¹⁵ Seize ye for us foxes, Little foxes -- destroyers of vineyards, Even our sweet-smelling vineyards.

¹⁸ For the mount of Zion -- that is desolate, Foxes have gone up on it.