³ Horsemen charging,
    flashing sword and glittering spear,
piles of dead,
    heaps of corpses,
dead bodies without end—
    they stumble over the bodies!^(A)

¹¹ the moon stood still in its exalted place,
    at the light of your arrows speeding by,
    at the gleam of your flashing spear.^(A)

³ Their slain shall be cast out,
    and the stench of their corpses shall rise;
    the mountains shall flow with their blood.^(A)

⁴ The chariots race madly through the streets;
    they rush to and fro through the squares;
their appearance is like torches;
    they dart like lightning.^(A)

³     Consider Assyria, a cedar of Lebanon,
with fair branches and forest shade,
    and of great height,
    its top among the clouds.^(A)
4 The waters nourished it;
    the deep made it grow tall,
flowing with its rivers
    around the place it was planted,
sending forth its streams
    to all the trees of the field.^(B)
5 So it towered high
    above all the trees of the field;
its boughs grew large
    and its branches long,
    from abundant water in its shoots.^(C)
6 All the birds of the air
    made their nests in its boughs;
under its branches all the animals of the field
    gave birth to their young,
and in its shade
    all great nations lived.^(D)
7 It was beautiful in its greatness,
    in the length of its branches,
for its roots went down
    to abundant water.
⁸ The cedars in the garden of God could not rival it
    nor the fir trees equal its boughs;
the plane trees were as nothing
    compared with its branches;
no tree in the garden of God
    was like it in beauty.^(E)
9 I made it beautiful
    with its mass of branches,
the envy of all the trees of Eden
    that were in the garden of God.