1. Our weakness is a miracle for their weapons,
And they overwhelm us in battle,

2. They race to the necks as if they were
Reeds, and the foremost wins the prize,

3. Their swords have gashed the hearts of the wretched,
So the chest contains both gashes and gasher,

4. How long they delay and break their covenant,
The Franks' promise has no fulfillment,

5. O Lord, deliver us from them and forgive us
If victory and might come from You,

6. And write for us an honorable death in battle
Not a life of humiliation and meanness,

7. Or are they Your servants alone, that You strengthen them
And humiliate us, or is their clay superior?