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14 You pierced with his own arrows the heads of his warriors,
    who came like a whirlwind to scatter me,
    rejoicing as if to devour the poor in secret.
15 (A)You trampled the sea with your horses,
    the surging of mighty waters.
16 (B)I hear, and (C)my body trembles;
    my lips quiver at the sound;
(D)rottenness enters into my bones;
    my legs tremble beneath me.
Yet (E)I will quietly wait for the day of trouble
    to come upon people who invade us.

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