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Harness the horses,
    charioteers, mount up!
Fall in, with helmets on;
    polish your spears, put on your armor.
What do I see?
    Are they panicking, falling apart?
    Their warriors are hammered back,
They flee headlong
    never making a stand.
Terror on every side—
    oracle of the Lord!(A)
The swift cannot flee,
    nor the warrior escape:
There up north, on the banks of the Euphrates
    they stumble 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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