Salmos 58

Qu’il s’en aille comme un limaçon qui se fond ! qu’ils ne voient point le soleil non plus que l’avorton d’une femme !

Antes que vuestras ollas sientan las espinas, así vivos, así airados, los arrebatará él con tempestad.

Before your pots can feel the thorns, he shall take them away as with a whirlwind, both living, and in his wrath.

Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns, he will sweep away the green and the burning alike.