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For they got not the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them, but by Thy right hand and Thine arm and the light of Thy countenance, because Thou hadst favor 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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