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.
¹⁵ You trampled the sea^(C) with your horses,
    churning the great waters.^(D)

¹⁶ I heard and my heart pounded,
    my lips quivered at the sound;
decay crept into my bones,
    and my legs trembled.^(E)
Yet I will wait patiently^(F) for the day of calamity
    to come on the nation invading us.