The Lord hath trodden under foot, The feet that skipped on the mountians of Bether, All my mighty men in the midst of me. The defense is desolved, because He hath called an assembly against me. His mericiful counsel, To crush my young men. The Lord hath trodden the virgin, The city of His name, The daughter of Judah, The monutain of the House of the Lord, As in a winepress. His feet stained with our residue.