I am about to discipline your children<n id="1" /> and will spread offal<n id="2" /> on your faces,<n id="3" /> the very offal produced at your festivals, and you will be carried away along with it.

They put him in custody, because there was no clear instruction about what should be done to him.

<p class="bodytext">Maacah, Makir&#8217;s wife, gave birth to a son, whom she named Peresh. His brother was Sheresh, and his sons were Ulam and Rekem.p>

<p class="poetry">At the sound of the approaching horsemen and archersp> <p class="poetry">the people of every town will flee.p> <p class="poetry">Some of them will hide in the thickets.p> <p class="poetry">Others will climb up among the rocks.p> <p class="poetry">All the cities will be deserted.p> <p class="poetry">No one will remain in them.p>

He will cover you with the dust kicked up by his many horses.<n id="1" /> Your walls will shake from the noise of the horsemen, wheels, and chariots when he enters your gates like those who invade through a city&#8217;s broken walls.<n id="2" />

<p class="poetry">The charioteers<n id="1" /> will charge ahead;<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">their swords<n id="3" /> will flash<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">and their spears<n id="5" /> will glimmer!<n id="6" />p> <p class="poetry">There will be many people slain;<n id="7" />p> <p class="poetry">there will be piles of the dead,p> <p class="poetry">and countless casualties<n id="8" /> &#8211;p> <p class="poetry">so many that people<n id="9" /> will stumble over the corpses.p>