⁸ nessuno sospinge il suo vicino, ognuno avanza per la sua strada; si slanciano in mezzo ai dardi, non rompon le file.

¹² Strangers, the terrible of the nations, have cut him off, and have left him: on the mountains and in all the valleys his branches are fallen, and his boughs are broken by all the watercourses of the land; and all the peoples of the earth are gone down from his shadow, and have left him.