Then spake the noble one to all the folk: 
“Here ye may clearly, victory-blessed warriors,
Chiefs of the people, upon the most hateful
Heathen hero’s head fix your gaze,
On Holofernes deprived of life, 180
Who chiefest of men wrought murders for us,
Sorest sorrows, and that yet more
Would he increase:  but God him granted not
A longer life, that he with woes
Might still afflict us.  Of life I deprived him 185
By help of God.  Now I every man
Of these city-dwellers will [earnestly] pray,
Of shield-bearing warriors, that ye yourselves quickly
Hasten to fight; when the God of creation,
The glorious King, shall send from the east 190
Bright beams of light, bear forth your shields,
Boards before breasts and coats-of-mail,
Bright helmets [too] among the foes,
To fell the folk-leaders with shining swords,
The fated chiefs.  Your foes are now 195
Condemned to death, and ye glory shall gain,
Honor in battle, as to you hath betokened
The mighty Lord through mine own hand.” 
Then the band of the brave was quickly prepared,
Of the bold for battle; stepped out the valiant 200
Men and comrades, bore their banners,
Went forth to fight straight on their way
The heroes ’neath helmets from the holy city
At the dawn itself; shields made a din,
Loudly resounded.  Thereat laughed the lank 205
Wolf in the wood, and the raven wan,
Fowl greedy for slaughter:  both of them knew
That for them the warriors thought to provide
Their fill on the fated; and flew on their track
The dewy-winged eagle eager for prey, 210
The dusky-coated sang his war-song,
The crooked-beaked.  Stepped forth the warriors,
The heroes for battle with boards protected,
With hollow shields, who awhile before
The foreign-folk’s reproach endured, 215
The heathens’ scorn; fiercely was that
At the ash-spear’s play to them all repaid,
[All] the Assyrians, after the Hebrews
Under their banners had [boldly] advanced
To the army-camps.  They bravely then 220
Forthright let fly showers of arrows,
Of battle-adders, out from the horn-bows,
Of strongly-made shafts; stormed they aloud,
The cruel warriors, sent forth their spears
Among the brave; the heroes were angry, 225
The dwellers-in-land, with the loathed race;
The stern-minded stepped, the stout-in-heart,
Rudely awakened their ancient foes
Weary from mead; with hands drew forth
The men from the sheaths the brightly-marked swords 230
Most choice in their edges, eagerly struck
Of the [host of] Assyrians the battle-warriors,
The hostile-minded; not one they spared
Of the army-folk, nor low nor high
Of living men, whom they might subdue. 235