1 Speak to our enemies, O Drum, discouragement and wild dismay.

We bring upon our foemen fear and discord and discomfiture. Drum! drive these enemies away.

2 When offering hath been made for God's sake, let our foemen flee

Through consternation, terrified, trembling in mind and eye and heart.

3 Wrought out of wood, compact with straps of leather, dear to all the clan,

Bedewed with oil, speak terror to our enemies.

4 As the wild creatures of the wood flee in their terror from a man,

Even so do thou, O Drum, roar out against our foes to frighten them, and then bewilder thou their thoughts.

5 As, when the wolf approaches, goats and sheep run sorely terrified,

Even so do thou, O Drum, roar out against our foes to frighten them, and then bewilder thou their thoughts.

6 As birds of air, day after day, fly in wild terror from the hawk, as from a roaring lion's voice,

Even so do thou, O Drum, roar out against our foes to frighten them, and then bewilder thou their thoughts.

7 May the angels, by God's command, whose might controls the fortune of the fray,

Frighten away our enemies with Drum and skin of antelope.

8 Let those our enemies who go yonder in their battalions shake

In fear at shadows and the sounds of feet.

9 To all the quarters of the sky let clang of bowstrings and our Drums

Cry out to hosts of foes that go discomfited in serried ranks.

10 O God, take their sight away!

11 O God, mighty and sovereign, crush down our foemen.

12 May the angels embattled, brilliant as the sun, one-minded, conquer those who hate us.