And Jacob rent his garments, and put sackcloth upon his loins, and mourned for his son many days.
He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
Arise, O Jehovah, in thine anger; Lift up thyself against the rage of mine adversaries, And awake for me; thou hast commanded judgment.
Why drawest thou back thy hand, even thy right hand? (Pluck it) out of thy bosom (and) consume (them).