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:
66. Upon his en'mies' hinder partshe made his stroke to fall;And so upon them he did puta shame perpetual.
67. Moreover, he the tabernacleof Joseph did refuse;The mighty tribe of Ephraimhe would in no wise chuse: