The stouthearted are spoiled, they have slept their sleep: and none of the men of might have found their hands.
Ver. 5. The stout-hearted are spoiled] Heb. have yielded themselves up for prey: those that escaped the stroke of the angel, fled as fast as they could for their lives, leaving all behind them. The Rabbis expound it, they are spoiled of their understanding, infatuated.
They have slept their sleep] Their long ironsleep (as the poets call it) of death. The destroying angel hath laid them fast enough and safe enough.
And none of the men of might] Viri divitiarum, the Vulgate rendereth it, men of riches, such as are all worldlings, but men of might is better; these men of their hands could not find their hands, when God's angel took them to do.