An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
An evil disease, say they, is poured out upon him and cleaves fast to him; and now that he is bedfast, he will not rise up again.
An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him; And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.
“Some horrible thing has been poured into him; the next time he lies down, he won’t get up.”
Abyss calls upon abyss, with the voice of your floodgate. All your heights and your waves have passed over me.