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He makes the shield of warriors’ red—
valiant men are clad in scarlet!
the chariot burns with metal fire
    on the day of his preparation,
The fir trees are shaken.
The chariots dash madly about through the streets,
rushing to and fro in the plazas,
their appearance is like torches,
    darting like flashes of lightning.
He will recall his majestic ones.
They will stumble in their march.
They will hasten to her wall.
Now the siege work is set up.

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