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For You will break the burdensome yoke
    and the rod on his shoulder—
the war-club of his oppressor—
    as in the day of Midian.
For every stomping boot quaking
    and cloak rolled in blood
    will be for burning—
    fuel for the fire.

Prince of Peace

For to us a child is born,
    a son will be given to us,[a]
and the government will be upon His shoulder.[b]
His Name will be called
    Wonderful Counselor,[c]
    Mighty God
    My Father of Eternity,
    Prince of Peace.[d]

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You have enlarged the nation(A)
    and increased their joy;(B)
they rejoice before you
    as people rejoice at the harvest,
as warriors rejoice
    when dividing the plunder.(C)
For as in the day of Midian’s defeat,(D)
    you have shattered(E)
the yoke(F) that burdens them,
    the bar across their shoulders,(G)
    the rod of their oppressor.(H)
Every warrior’s boot used in battle
    and every garment rolled in blood
will be destined for burning,(I)
    will be fuel for the fire.

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