<p class="poetry">the voices of the nobles fell silent,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">and their tongues stuck to the roof of their mouths.p>

<p class="poetry">when the dust hardens<n id="1" /> into a mass,p> <p class="poetry">and the clumps of earth stick together?p>

<p class="poetry">My bones stick to my skin and my flesh;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">I have escaped<n id="2" /> alive<n id="3" /> with only the skin of my teeth.p>

<p class="poetry">They lock tightly together, one to the next;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">they cling together and cannot be separated.p>

<p class="poetry">The folds<n id="1" /> of its flesh are tightly joined;p> <p class="poetry">they are firm on it, immovable.<n id="2" />p>

<p class="poetry">If my footsteps have strayed from the way,p> <p class="poetry">if my heart has gone after my eyes,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">or if anything<n id="2" /> has defiled my hands,p>