Nevertheless, while there was yet breath within him, being inflamed with anger, he rose up; and though his blood gushed out like spouts of water, and his wounds were grievous, yet he ran through the midst of the throng; and standing upon a steep rock,
Still breathing and burning with resolve, he got up, and though blood poured from him like water and his wounds were severe, he ran through the crowd, and standing on a steep rock,
