They crouch, they bear their young, they bring forth the offspring they have carried.

As when one plows and breaks up the soil, so our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.

his archers surround me. Without pity he pierces my kidneys and pours out my gall on the ground.

till an arrow pierces his liver – like a bird hurrying into a trap, and he does not know that it will cost him his life.

Someone went out to the field to gather some herbs and found a wild vine. He picked some of its fruit, enough to fill up the fold of his robe. He came back, cut it up, and threw the slices into the stew pot, not knowing they were harmful.