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What will you do when the day comes to settle accounts,
during the devastation that will descend from far away?
To whom will you flee for help?
Where will you leave your wealth?
The only thing left for you will be to kneel among the prisoners
and to fall under the dead bodies.
Yet for all this, his anger is not turned away,
and his hand is still stretched out, ready to strike.

The Proud Assyrian Is God’s Instrument

Woe to the Assyrian, the rod of my anger.
The club of my rage is in his hand!

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