the hero and warrior,
the judge and prophet,
the fortune-teller and elder,

Woe to those who are heroes at drinking wine,
who are fearless at mixing beer,

Look! Their heroes cry out [in the] street; [the] messengers of peace weep bitterly.

I myself, have given charge to my hallowed ones, - Yea I have called My heroes in showing mine anger, My proudly exulting ones. The noise of a multitude in the mountains A resemblance of many people, -

And, the remnant of the record of bowmen, The heroes of the sons of Kedar, shall become few; For Yahweh God of Israel, hath spoken.

Yahweh, as a hero, goeth forth, As a man of war, he stirreth up jealousy, - He giveth a cry, yea he raiseth a war-cry, Over his foes, he showeth his strength.

And they thirsted not, when, through dry places, he led them, Waters out of the rock, caused hero flow out to them, - Yea be cleft a rock and, there gushed out waters: