Your hand has girt it round about with cliffs and peopled it with a peaceful race.

It is my last refuge, and thither I am carrying my bride.

With your strong arm restore me to my beloved home.

I will wrestle with you, fight with you; you cannot shake me off.

I will not let you go until you have blessed me." The fisticuffs and elbow-thrusts that followed must have all spent themselves on poor Aaron's unoffending person.