Thou didst pierce with his own staves the head of his warriors: They came as a whirlwind to scatter me; Their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly.

You have put your spears through his head, his horsemen were sent in flight like dry stems; they had joy in driving away the poor, in making a meal of them secretly.

Διεπερασας με τας λογχας αυτου την κεφαλην των στραταρχων αυτου· εφωρμησαν ως ανεμοστροβιλος δια να μη διασκορπισωσιν· η αγαλλιασις αυτων ητο ως εαν εμελλον κρυφιως να καταφαγωσι τον πτωχον.

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.