T hey lay hold of bow, lance, and spear; they are cruel and have no mercy or compassion. They sound like the roaring of the sea; they ride upon horses, every man equipped like a man for the battle against you, O Daughter of Babylon!
Empuñan arco y jabalina; son crueles y no tienen misericordia. Su voz ruge como el mar, y a caballo van montados, alineados como un solo hombre para la batalla contra ti, hija de Babilonia.
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