T hou didst strike through with his staffs the heads of his villages, who as a whirlwind attempted to scatter me; their pride was as to devour the poor secretly.
Traspasaste con sus propios dardos las cabezas de sus guerreros, Que como tempestad acometieron para dispersarme, Cuyo regocijo era como para devorar al pobre encubiertamente.
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