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Horsemen charging
    with flashing sword
    and glittering spear.
Multitude of slain,
    great number of corpses,
dead bodies without end—
    they stumble on the corpses—
because of the countless harlotries of the seductive harlot,
    the mistress of sorceries,
who sells nations through her harlotries
    and families through her sorceries.

I am against you, says the Lord of Hosts;
    I will lift your skirts over your face,
and I will show the nations your nakedness,
    and the kingdoms your shame.

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