<p class="poetry">then let my wife turn the millstone<n id="1" /> for another man,p> <p class="poetry">and may other men have sexual relations with her.<n id="2" />p>

<p class="poetry">Why do you crush my peoplep> <p class="poetry">and grind the faces of the poor?&#8221;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">The sovereign <sc>Lordsc> who commands armies<n id="2" /> has spoken.p>

<p class="poetry">Pick up millstones and grind flour!p> <p class="poetry">Remove your veil,p> <p class="poetry">strip off your skirt,p> <p class="poetry">expose your legs,p> <p class="poetry">cross the streams!p>

And the people went about and gathered it, and ground it with mills or pounded it in mortars; they baked it in pans and made cakes of it. It tasted like fresh olive oil.<n id="1" />

The Philistines captured him and gouged out his eyes. They brought him down to Gaza and bound him in bronze chains. He became a grinder in the prison.

<p class="poetry">when those who keep watch over the house<n id="1" /> begin to tremble,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">and the virile men begin to stoop over,<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">and the grinders<n id="4" /> begin to cease because they grow few,p> <p class="poetry">and those who look through the windows grow dim,<n id="5" />p>

He took the calf they had made and burned it in the fire, ground it<n id="1" /> to powder, poured it out on the water, and made the Israelites drink it.<n id="2" />p>

As for your sinful thing<n id="1" /> that you had made, the calf, I took it, melted it down,<n id="2" /> ground it up until it was as fine as dust, and tossed the dust into the stream that flows down the mountain.