B ow and javelin they take hold of, Fierce it, and they have no mercy, Their voice as a sea doth sound, And on horses they ride, set in array as a man of war, Against thee, O daughter of Zion.
Arco y jabalina empuñarán; crueles son, y no tendrán misericordia; su estruendo brama como el mar, y montarán a caballo como hombres dispuestos para la guerra, contra ti, oh hija de Sion.
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