Habacuc 3

Has perforado la cabeza de sus guerreros con sus propias flechas ya que vinieron como una tormenta para dispersarnos, su vanagloria es como uno que devora al pobre en un escondite.

Horadaste con sus báculos las cabezas de sus villas, que como tempestad acometieron para derramarme: su orgullo era como para devorar al pobre encubiertamente.

Thou didst strike through with his staves the head of his villages: they came out as a whirlwind to scatter me: their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly.

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.