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The horseman lifteth up both the bright sword and the glittering spear:
and there is a multitude of slain, and a great number of carcases;
and there is none end of their corpses;
they stumble upon their corpses:
because of the multitude of the whoredoms
of the wellfavoured harlot, the mistress of witchcrafts,
that selleth nations through her whoredoms,
and families through her witchcrafts.

Behold, I am against thee, saith the Lord of hosts;
and I will discover thy skirts upon thy face,
and I will shew the nations thy nakedness,
and the kingdoms thy shame.

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