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13 The nations advance like rushing waves, but God reprimands them and they retreat, driven away like dust on a mountainside, like straw in a whirlwind. 14 At evening they cause terror, but by morning they are gone. That is the fate of everyone who plunders our land.

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13 Although the peoples roar(A) like the roar of surging waters,
    when he rebukes(B) them they flee(C) far away,
driven before the wind like chaff(D) on the hills,
    like tumbleweed before a gale.(E)
14 In the evening, sudden(F) terror!(G)
    Before the morning, they are gone!(H)
This is the portion of those who loot us,
    the lot of those who plunder us.

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