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.
Tu trafiggi con le loro stesse frecce la testa dei suoi capi, che vengono come un uragano per disperdermi, gridando di gioia, come se già divorassero l’infelice nei loro nascondigli.
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