看 哪 , 仇 敌 必 如 云 上 来 ; 他 的 战 车 如 旋 风 , 他 的 马 匹 比 鹰 更 快 。 我 们 有 祸 了 ! 我 们 败 落 了 !
Lo, as clouds he cometh up, And as a hurricane his chariots, Lighter than eagles have been his horses, Wo to us, for we have been spoiled.