3 Woe to the city that has shed much blood!^[a]
    She is a deceiver,^[b]
She is filled with plunder,
    She has hoarded her spoils of war.^[c]
2 The crack of the whip!
    The rumbling of the chariot wheel!
The galloping of the horse!
    The racing of the chariot!
³ Chariots charge!
    Swords flash!
        Spears glitter!
Many corpses are piled high!^[d]
    There is no end to the slain!
        They stumble over their dead!