14 With his own spear you pierced his head
    when his warriors stormed out to scatter us,(A)
gloating as though about to devour
    the wretched(B) who were in hiding.

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14 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.

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14 You thrust through with his own arrows
The head of his villages.
They came out like a whirlwind to scatter me;
Their rejoicing was like feasting on the poor in secret.

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