He will devour us without regret
And has promised not to stop
He will devour us in the open
And when we bow to pray
He will devour us in the air
In the bird you made
And in its ally on earth

We have all run into hiding
Not even a pause
To enquire of him and them
Where lies his fountain of wealth
Who flourishes his mechandise
Who fills his barn
Who lays his table
And whose interest he serves
That you know very well

Poison his fountain
And scatter what he gathers
Send to him locusts
To destroy his store house
Do not buy what he sells
And sell to him nothing
Thwart the ways of his allies
And give them no food
Then shall victory be won