³ Therefore my loins are filled with anguish;
    pangs have seized me,
    like the pangs of a woman in labour;
I am bowed down so that I cannot hear,
    I am dismayed so that I cannot see.
⁴ My mind reels, horror has appalled me;
    the twilight I longed for
    has been turned for me into trembling.
⁵ They prepare the table,
    they spread the rugs,
    they eat, they drink.
Rise up, commanders,
    oil the shield!