¹⁹ `Then I wished for certainty concerning the fourth beast, that was diverse from them all, fearful exceedingly; its teeth of iron, and its nails of brass, it hath devoured, it doth break small, and the remnant with its feet it hath trampled;

¹⁸ And bows dash young men to pieces, And the fruit of the womb they pity not, On sons their eye hath no pity.