The city is left in ruins; ¹  the gate is reduced to rubble. ² 

Into his right hand ¹  comes the portent for Jerusalem – to set up battering rams, to give the signal ²  for slaughter, to shout out the battle cry, ³  to set up battering rams against the gates, to erect a siege ramp, to build a siege wall.

He will direct the blows of his battering rams against your walls and tear down your towers with his weapons. ¹ 

Lay siege to it! Build siege works against it. Erect a siege ramp ¹  against it! Post soldiers outside it ²  and station battering rams around it.

So Joab’s men ¹  came and laid siege against him in Abel of Beth Maacah. They prepared a siege ramp outside the city which stood against its outer rampart. As all of Joab’s soldiers were trying to break through ²  the wall so that it would collapse,

Meanwhile the boat, already far from land, ¹  was taking a beating from the waves because the wind was against it.

The next day, because we were violently battered by the storm, ¹  they began throwing the cargo overboard, ² 

For the sovereign master, ¹  the Lord who commands armies, has planned a day of panic, defeat, and confusion. ²  In the Valley of Vision ³  people shout ⁴  and cry out to the hill. ⁵ 

“How long will you torment me ¹  and crush ²  me with your words? ³ 

Consequently ¹  the Lord provides safety for the oppressed; ²  he provides safety in times of trouble. ³ 

How long will you threaten ¹  a man? All of you are murderers, ²  as dangerous as a leaning wall or an unstable fence. ³ 

“O afflicted one, driven away, ¹  and unconsoled! Look, I am about to set your stones in antimony and I lay your foundation with lapis-lazuli.

When neither sun nor stars appeared for many days and a violent ¹  storm continued to batter us, ²  we finally abandoned all hope of being saved. ³ 

But the Egyptians mistreated and oppressed us, forcing us to do burdensome labor.

One nation was crushed by another, and one city by another, for God caused them to be in great turmoil. ¹ 

It makes the deep boil like a cauldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment, ¹ 

I am numb with pain and severely battered; ¹  I groan loudly because of the anxiety I feel. ² 

Yet you have battered us, leaving us a heap of ruins overrun by wild dogs; ¹  you have covered us with darkness. ² 

Your anger bears down on me, and you overwhelm me with all your waves. (Selah)

But the wicked are like a surging sea that is unable to be quiet; its waves toss up mud and sand.