The stouthearted are spoiled, they have slept their sleep: And none of the men of might have found their hands.
The stouthearted are stripped of their spoil, they have slept the sleep [of death]; and none of the men of might could raise their hands.
The stouthearted are made a spoil, They have slept their sleep; And none of the men of might have found their hands.
The bravehearted lie plundered. They sank into deep lethargy. All the strong troops couldn’t even lift their hands!
My eyes anticipated the vigils. I was disturbed, and I did not speak.
My eyes prevented the watches: I was troubled, and I spoke not.
