<p class="poetry">Foreigners lose their courage;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">they shake with fear<n id="2" /> as they leave<n id="3" /> their strongholds.<n id="4" />p>

<p class="poetry">She begins<n id="1" /> her work vigorously,p> <p class="poetry">and she strengthens<n id="2" /> her arms.p>

<p class="poetry">Strap your sword to your thigh, O warrior!<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">Appear in your majestic splendor!<n id="2" />p>

<p class="poetry">The pastures in the wilderness glisten with moisture,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">and the hills are clothed with joy.<n id="2" />p>

<p class="poetry">Certainly<n id="1" /> your angry judgment upon men will bring you praise;<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">you reveal your anger in full measure.<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">May a curse attach itself to him, like a garment one puts on,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">or a belt<n id="2" /> one wears continually!p>

<t /><p class="poetry">Wail<n id="1" /> like a young virgin<n id="2" /> clothed in sackcloth,p> <p class="poetry">lamenting the death of<n id="3" /> her husband-to-be.<n id="4" />p>

Then David instructed his men, &#8220;Each of you strap on your sword!&#8221; So each one strapped on his sword, and David also strapped on his sword. About four hundred men followed David up, while two hundred stayed behind with the equipment.p>

<p class="bodytext">So six hundred Danites, fully armed, set out from Zorah and Eshtaol.<n id="1" />

Meanwhile the six hundred Danites, fully armed, stood at the entrance to the gate.<n id="1" />

<p class="bodytext">Now Samuel was ministering before the <sc>Lordsc>. The boy was dressed in a linen ephod.

Now David, wearing a linen ephod, was dancing with all his strength before the <sc>Lordsc>.<n id="1" />

The king of Israel replied, &#8220;Tell him the one who puts on his battle gear should not boast like one who is taking it off.&#8221;<n id="1" />

<p class="poetry">In their streets they wear sackcloth;p> <p class="poetry">on their roofs and in their town squaresp> <p class="poetry">all of them wail,p> <p class="poetry">they fall down weeping.p>

<p class="poetry">At that time the sovereign master, the <sc>Lordsc> who commands armies, called for weeping and mourning,p> <p class="poetry">for shaved heads and sackcloth.<n id="1" />p>

<p class="poetry">Tremble, you complacent ones!p> <p class="poetry">Shake with fear, you carefree ones!p> <p class="poetry">Strip off your clothes and expose yourselves &#8211;p> <p class="poetry">put sackcloth on your waist!<n id="1" />p>

They will wear sackcloth, terror will cover them; shame will be on all their faces, and all of their heads will be shaved bald.<n id="1" />

<p class="poetry">they will tear out their hair because of you and put on sackcloth,p> <p class="poetry">and they will weep bitterly over you with intense mourning.<n id="1" />p>

Then he<n id="1" /> put the tunic<n id="2" /> on Aaron,<n id="3" /> wrapped the sash around him,<n id="4" /> and clothed him with the robe.<n id="5" /> Next he put the ephod on him<n id="6" /> and placed on him<n id="7" /> the decorated band of the ephod, and fastened the ephod closely to him with the band.<n id="8" />

This is how you are to eat it &#8211; dressed to travel,<n id="1" /> your sandals on your feet, and your staff in your hand. You are to eat it in haste. It is the <sc>Lord&#8217;ssc> Passover.<n id="2" />p>