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- Come let me tell thee of other towns, which are above them. Thou hast not gone to the land of Kadesh, Tekhes, Kurmeren, Temenet, Deper, Idi, Herenem. Thou hast not beheld Kirjath-anab and Beth-Sepher. Thou dost not know Ideren, nor yet Djedpet. Thou dost not know the name of Kheneredj which is in the land of Upe, a bull upon its boundary, the scene of the battles of every warrior. Pray teach me concerning the appearance of Kin; acquaint me with Rehob; explain Beth-sha-el and Tereqel. The stream of Jordan, how is it crossed? Cause me to know the way of crossing over to Megiddo which is above it. (en)
- Thou fearest to crush thy horse. If it be thrown towards the abyss, thy collar-piece is left bare, thy girth falls. Thou unfastenest the horse so as to repair the collar-piece at the top of the defile. Thou art not expert in the way of binding it together; thou knowest not how to tie it. The ///////// is left where it is; the chariot is too heavy to bear the load of it. Thy heart is weary. Thou startest trotting. The sky is revealed. Thou fanciest that the enemy is behind thee; trembling seizes thee. Would that thou hadst a hedge of ///////// to put-upon the other side! The chariot is damaged at the moment thou findest a camping-place. Thou perceivest the taste of pain! Thou hast entered Joppa, and findest the flowers blossoming in their season. Thou forcest a way in ///////// Thou findest the fair maiden who keeps watch over the gardens. She takes thee to herself for a companion, and surrenders to thee her charms. (en)
- The narrow defile is infested with Shosu concealed beneath the bushes; some of them are of four cubits or of five cubits, from head to foot, fierce of face, their heart is not mild, and they hearken not to coaxing.
Thou art alone, there is no helper with thee, no army behind thee. Thou findest no ///////// to make for thee a way of crossing. Thou decidest by marching onward, though thou knowest not the road. Shuddering seizes thee, thy head stands up, thy soul is in thy hand. Thy path is filled with boulders and pebbles, without a passable track, overgrown with reeds and brambles, briers and wolf's-pad. The ravine is on one side of thee, the mountain rises on the other. On thou goest jolting, thy chariot on its side. (en)
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