Handless be every foeman who assails, they who with missiles come to fight against us! Dash them together with great slaughter, O God, and let their robber chief run pierced with arrows.

2 Ye who run hither bending bows, brandishing swords and casting darts, handless be ye, O enemies! Let God the Mighty mangle you to-day.

3 Handless be these our enemies! We enervate their languid limbs. So let us part among ourselves, in hundreds, O God, all their wealth.