And strain the muscle of a heavy onion.

You are my shield, my salvation, and in the time of battle

I may be stronger than all people,

Sustained by the right hand of good

And exalted by Thy mercy.

O Lord, my step is by Your will

Now he is both firm and unshakable,

I do not return to my camp until

All the enemies will not fall on the battlefield

Or they will not fall at my feet.

But now all the enemies are put to shame.

Only for this reason have I slain many of them;

What, having girded my camp for war,

You yourself threw the rebels at my feet.

You, O Lord, have added strength to me,

He turned his back on my enemies,

Of the insignificant forces that rebelled against me,

And I spared a few of them,

Who have never known mercy themselves.

And yet they prayed in the hour of death

To Thee, but Thou, O Lord, hast not saved them;

And they had no other to save.

I scattered them like dust in the wind,

Like street dirt, I trampled on them,

When the insidious rebellion was discovered,

And tribes I didn't know,

They tremble at me, they serve me obediently.

And if the rumor about me passes prophetic

Throughout the land, both alien and native,

Then in their fortresses the enemies tremble

Или ласкательствуют предо мной.

Так будь благословен благословеньем

Всех праведных в подлунной сей стране,

Бог мщенья моего и Бог спасенья,

Народы бросивший под руку мне.