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For they got not the land in possession by their own sword,
neither did their own arm save them:
but thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance,
because thou hadst a favour unto them.

Thou art my King, O God:
command deliverances for Jacob.
Through thee will we push down our enemies:
through thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us.

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