T hou didst strike through with his staves the head of his villages: they came out as a whirlwind to scatter me: their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly.
Traspasaste con sus propios dardos La cabeza de sus guerreros Que irrumpieron para dispersarnos; Su regocijo fue como el de los que devoran en secreto a los oprimidos.
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