He breaks me with wound upon wound; He rushes me like a mighty warrior.
And he struck them ruthlessly with a great slaughter, and then went down and stayed in the cave at the rock of Etam.
Indeed, He keeps turning His hand against me all day long.
For He would crush me with a tempest and multiply my wounds without cause.
Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls; all Your breakers and waves have rolled over me.
They charge like mighty men; they scale the walls like men of war. Each one marches in formation, not swerving from the