¹¹ Why dost Thou turn back Thy hand, Even Thy right hand? From the midst of Thy bosom remove `it'.

³ He hath cut off in the heat of anger every horn of Israel, He hath turned backward His right hand From the face of the enemy, And He burneth against Jacob as a flaming fire, It hath devoured round about.

²³ Stir up -- why dost Thou sleep, O Lord? Awake, cast us not off for ever.

⁶⁵ And the Lord waketh as a sleeper, As a mighty one crying aloud from wine.

⁶⁶ And He smiteth His adversaries backward, A reproach age-during He hath put on them,

¹² For these dost Thou refrain Thyself, Jehovah? Thou art silent, and dost afflict us very sore!'