“Let the archer draw his bow, and let him stand ready in his armour. Do not spare her young men, put all her army under the ban.
Blessed is he who shall take And dash your little ones against the rock.
“Harness the horses, and mount up, you horsemen! Stand with helmets, polish the spears, put on the armour!
“Set yourselves in array against Baḇ
“Go up against the land of Merathayim, against it, and against the inhabitants of Peqoḏ
Slay all her bulls, let them go down to the slaughter. Woe to them! For their day has come, the time of their punishment.
“Though Baḇ
For death has come through our windows, has entered our palaces, cutting off the children from the streets, and the young men from the squares.
“The sword bereaves from the outside, And fear from within, Both young man and maiden, Nursing child with the man of grey hairs.
For the judgment is without compassion to the one who has shown no compassion. And compassion boasts over judgment.