Habacuc 3

Horadaste con sus propios dardos las cabezas de sus guerreros, Que como tempestad acometieron para dispersarme, Cuyo regocijo era como para devorar al pobre encubiertamente.

Horadaste con sus báculos las cabezas de sus villas, que como tempestad acometieron para derramarme: su orgullo era como para devorar al pobre encubiertamente.

Thou didst strike through with his staves the head of his villages: they came out as a whirlwind to scatter me: their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly.

You pierced the heads of his warriors with their own spears. They came as a whirlwind to scatter me, gloating as if to devour the wretched in secret.