H oradaste con sus báculos las cabezas de sus villas, Que como tempestad acometieron para derramarme: Su orgullo era como para devorar al pobre encubiertamente.
You pierced the heads of his warriors with their own spears. They came as a whirlwind to scatter me, gloating as if to devour the wretched in secret.
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