“My spirit is broken, my days are extinguished,
The grave is ready for me.

“His strength is famished,
And calamity is ready at his side.

“Distress and anguish terrify him,
They overpower him like a king ready for the attack,

“The blessing of the one ready to perish came upon me,
And I made the widow’s heart sing for joy.

Which I have reserved for the time of distress,
For the day of war and battle?

“As often as the trumpet sounds he says, ‘Aha!’
And he scents the battle from afar,
And the thunder of the captains and the war cry.

“Lay your hand on him;
Remember the battle; you will not do it again!