the voices of the nobles fell silent, and their tongues stuck to the roof of their mouths.

when the dust hardens into a mass, and the clumps of earth stick together?

My bones stick to my skin and my flesh; I have escaped alive with only the skin of my teeth.

They lock tightly together, one to the next; they cling together and cannot be separated.

The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm on it, immovable.

If my footsteps have strayed from the way, if my heart has gone after my eyes, or if anything has defiled my hands,