עָטַף

But when the cattle were feeble, he put them not in: so the feebler were Laban's, and the stronger Jacob's.

For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth: for the spirit should fail before me, and the souls which I have made.

On the left hand, where he doth work, but I cannot behold him: he hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him:

When my soul fainted within me I remembered the LORD: and my prayer came in unto thee, into thine holy temple.

Mine eyes do fail with tears, my bowels are troubled, my liver is poured upon the earth, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; because the children and the sucklings swoon in the streets of the city.

They say to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? when they swooned as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul was poured out into their mothers' bosom.

Arise, cry out in the night: in the beginning of the watches pour out thine heart like water before the face of the Lord: lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children, that faint for hunger in the top of every street.

From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

The pastures are clothed with flocks; the valleys also are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, they also sing.

Therefore pride compasseth them about as a chain; violence covereth them as a garment.