the wicked man writhes in pain all his days, even the number of years that are laid up for the oppressor.

The wicked man travaileth with pain all his days, and the number of years is hidden to the oppressor.

I slid a piece of paper under the cup, grabbed the wriggling cockroach and dumped it in the toilet.

The memo cites a female interrogator rubbing lotion on a shackled detainee and whispering in his ear during Ramadan when sexual contact with a strange woman would be most offensive then suddenly bending back his thumbs until he grimaced in pain, and violently grabbing his genitals.