¹⁸ Routinely our steps were tracked
    so that we could not even walk our own streets.
This was it, our days at an end;
    we were done for.

¹⁹ Swifter than eagles in the sky,
    they pursued us through the mountains;
And in all the wild places,
    they hunted us and lay in wait.

²⁰ Trapped, our king, the Eternal’s anointed, the breath of our life,
    was taken to their pits;
Of him we said, “He casts a long shadow
    that will protect us from the nations.”