²⁴ They are exalted for a little while,
Then they are gone.
They are brought low;
They are ^[a]taken out of the way like all others;
They dry out like the heads of grain.

¹⁴ Then behold, at eventide, trouble!
And before the morning, he is no more.
This is the portion of those who plunder us,
And the lot of those who rob us.

¹² You shall seek them and not find them—
^[a]Those who contended with you.
Those who war against you
Shall be as nothing,
As a nonexistent thing.

³ Horsemen charge with bright sword and glittering spear.
There is a multitude of slain,
A great number of bodies,
Countless corpses—
They stumble over the corpses—