61. And he his strength deliveredinto captivity;He left his glory in the handof his proud enemy.
62. His people also he gave o'erunto the sword's fierce rage:So sore his wrath inflamed wasagainst his heritage.
63. The fire consum'd their choice young men;their maids no marriage had;
64. And when their priests fell by the sword,their wives no mourning made.
65. But then the Lord arose, as onethat doth from sleep awake;And like a giant that, by winerefresh'd, a shout doth make: