For they have fled from swords,
from the drawn sword,
from the bow that is strung,
and from the stress of battle.

Your men will fall by the sword,
your warriors in battle.

For the trampling boot of battle
and the bloodied garments of war
will be burned as fuel for the fire.

The noisy city, the jubilant town,
is filled with revelry.
Your dead did not die by the sword;
they were not killed in battle.

a spirit of justice
to the one who sits in judgment,
and strength
to those who turn back the battle at the gate.

All the many nations
going out to battle against Ariel—
all the attackers, the siege works against her,
and those who oppress her—
will then be like a dream, a vision in the night.

It will be like a hungry one who dreams he is eating,
then wakes and is still hungry;
and like a thirsty one who dreams he is drinking,
then wakes and is still thirsty, longing for water.
So it will be for all the many nations
who go to battle against Mount Zion.