Thou beginnest to run.

The heaven is cloudless.

Thou art thirsty; the enemy is behind thee; a trembling seizes thee; a twig of thorny acacia worries thee; thou thrustest it aside; the horse is scratched, till at length thou findest rest.
Explain thou thy attraction to be a Mohar! Thou comest into Joppa.

Thou findest the date-palm in full bloom in its time.

Thou openest wide the aperture of thy mouth in order to eat.