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In the greatness of Your excellency
    You overthrow those who resist You.
    You send forth Your wrath—
    it consumes them as stubble.
With the blast of Your nostrils the waters piled up.
    The floods stood upright as a heap.
    The deeps became firm ground in the heart of the sea.
The enemy said, “I will pursue,
    I will overtake, I will divide the spoil.
    My lust shall gorge on them!
    I will draw my sword—my hand will destroy them.”

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