T hey take hold of their bow and spear. They fight without pity. Their voice sounds like the sea. And they ride on horses, dressed ready for battle against you, O people of Babylon.
يُمسِكُونَ القَوسَ وَالرُّمحَ. إنَّهُمْ قُساةٌ بِلا رَحمَةٍ. صَوتُهُمْ كَأمْواجِ البَحرِ حِينَ يَركَبُونَ خُيُولَهُمْ. يَصطَفُّونَ عَلَيكِ كَرِجالٍ لِلحَربِ، أيَّتُها الابْنَةُ بابِلُ.
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