Thou didst pierce with his own staves the head of his warriors: They came as a whirlwind to scatter me; Their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly.
Þou cursidist þe ceptris, eþer powers, of hym, þe heed of hise fiyteris, to men comynge as whirlewynde for to scatere me; þe ioiyng withoutforth of hem, as of hym þat deuourith a pore man in hidlis.