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Saddle the horses;
    mount the stallions!
Take your positions
    with helmets on!
Polish your spears;
    put on your armor!
Why do I see them terrified,
    retreating in haste?
Their soldiers are crushed,
    running for cover,
    and they don’t turn back.
Panic lurks at every turn,
        declares the Lord.
The swift can’t flee;
    the mighty can’t escape.
Up north by the Euphrates River,
    they stagger and fall.

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Harness the horses,
    mount the steeds!
Take your positions
    with helmets on!
Polish(A) your spears,
    put on your armor!(B)
What do I see?
    They are terrified,
they are retreating,
    their warriors are defeated.
They flee(C) in haste
    without looking back,
    and there is terror(D) on every side,”
declares the Lord.
“The swift cannot flee(E)
    nor the strong escape.
In the north by the River Euphrates(F)
    they stumble and fall.(G)

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