He destroyed their vines with hail, and their sycamore-fig trees with driving rain.
He waits in ambush near the villages;
The poor will graze in my pastures;
ר (Resh) Look, O Lord! Consider!
He will kill your daughters in the field with the sword. He will build a siege wall against you, erect a siege ramp against you, and raise a great shield against you.
With his horses’ hoofs he will trample all your streets. He will kill your people with the sword, and your strong pillars will tumble down to the ground.