May this thunderbolt of justice take its fill of Order, scare life away from the wicked and overthrow his kingdom, tear necks in pieces, rend the napes asunder, even as God the Mighty smote the neck of the rebel.

2 Down, down beneath the conquerors, let him not rise, concealed in earth, but lie down-smitten with the bolt.

3 Seek out the fierce oppressor, yea, strike only the oppressor dead. Down on the fierce oppressor's head strike at full length, O thunderbolt!