²¹ Till he fill thy mouth with laughing, and thy lips with rejoicing.

⁷ He scorneth the multitude of the city, neither regardeth he the crying of the driver.

¹⁸ What time she lifteth up herself on high, she scorneth the horse and his rider.

²² He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword.

²⁹ Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.