our enemies curse us.
My enemies are like lions roaring and attacking with jaws open wide.
I have no more strength than a few drops of water. All my bones are out of joint; my heart is like melted wax.
Why should nations ask us, “Where is your God?” Let us and the other nations see you take revenge for your servants who died a violent death.
Every nation around us sneers and makes fun.
But there won't be any need for the Israelites to cry. Things will be so quiet that not even a dog will be heard barking. Then you Egyptians will know that the LORD is good to the Israelites, even while he punishes you.
Zion, your enemies curse you and snarl like wild animals, while shouting, “This is the day we've waited for! At last, we've got you!”
