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I will encamp all around you, besiege you with towers
and mount siege-works against you.
Prostrate, you will speak from the ground;
your words will be stifled by the dust;
your voice will sound like a ghost in the ground,
your words like squeaks in the dust.

But your many foes will become like fine powder,
the horde of tyrants like blowing chaff,
and it will happen very suddenly.

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I will encamp against you on all sides;
    I will encircle(A) you with towers
    and set up my siege works(B) against you.
Brought low, you will speak from the ground;
    your speech will mumble(C) out of the dust.(D)
Your voice will come ghostlike(E) from the earth;
    out of the dust your speech will whisper.(F)

But your many enemies will become like fine dust,(G)
    the ruthless(H) hordes like blown chaff.(I)
Suddenly,(J) in an instant,

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