"They all come to oppress hordes of them, their faces pressing onward they take prisoners as numerous as the desert sand!

Shall they not rise up suddenly that are your creditors, and awake that shall oppress you, and you shall be for booty unto them?

I heard and my whole inner self trembled;
My lips quivered at the sound.
Decay and rottenness enter my bones,
And I tremble in my place.
Because I must wait quietly for the day of distress,
For the people to arise who will invade and attack us.