<p class="poetry">The <sc>Lordsc> is like a lion who has left his lair.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">So their lands will certainly<n id="2" /> be laid wastep> <p class="poetry">by the warfare of the oppressive nation<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">and by the fierce anger of the <sc>Lordsc>.&#8221;p>

<p class="poetry">I will make many stumble.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">They will fall over one another in their hurry to flee.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">They will say, &#8216;Get up!p> <p class="poetry">Let&#8217;s go back to our own people.p> <p class="poetry">Let&#8217;s go back to our homelandsp> <p class="poetry">because the enemy is coming to destroy us.&#8217;<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">Kill all the farmers who sow the seed in the land of Babylon.p> <p class="poetry">Kill all those who wield the sickle at harvest time.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">Let all the foreigners return to their own people.p> <p class="poetry">Let them hurry back to their own landsp> <p class="poetry">to escape destruction by that enemy army.<n id="2" />p>

The <sc>Lordsc> says, &#8220;Do what is just and right. Deliver those who have been robbed from those<n id="1" /> who oppress them. Do not exploit or mistreat foreigners who live in your land, children who have no fathers, or widows.<n id="2" /> Do not kill innocent people<n id="3" /> in this land.