U ruci im luk i koplje, okrutni su, nemilosrdni. Graja im buči poput mora, jašu na konjima, kao jedan za boj spremni protiv tebe, kćeri babilonska.
They shall hold the bow and the lance: they are cruel, and will not shew mercy: their voice shall roar like the sea, and they shall ride upon horses, every one put in array, like a man to the battle, against thee, O daughter of Babylon.