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Prance, you horses,
and rush madly, you chariots.
Let the warriors go out—
Cush and Put grasping the shield,
Lydians grasping and bending the bow!
10 For that day belongs to my Lord Adonai-Tzva’ot,
as a day of vengeance, to avenge Himself against His foes.
The sword will devour and be satisfied
and will drink its fill of their blood.
For it will be a sacrifice for my Lord Adonai-Tzva’ot,
in the northern land by the river Euphrates.
11 Go up into Gilead and get balm,
O virgin daughter of Egypt.
In vain you use many medicines—
there is no cure for you.

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