IV.

Who see thee at thee are gazing; Upon thee they muse: Is this the man that staggered the earth, Shaker of kingdoms? Setting the world like the desert, Its cities he tore down; Its prisoners he loosed not (Each of them) homeward. All kings of peoples, yes all, Are lying in their state; But thou! thou art flung from thy grave, Like a stick that is loathsome. Beshrouded with slain, the pierced of the sword, Like a corpse that is trampled. They that go down to the stones of a crypt, Shalt not be with them in burial. For thy land thou hast ruined, Thy people hast slaughtered. Shall not be mentioned for aye Seed of the wicked! Set for his children a shambles, For guilt of their fathers! They shall not rise, nor inherit (the) earth, Nor fill the face of the world with cities.