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how Thou didst drive out the heathen with Thy hand, and planted them; how Thou didst afflict the people, and cast them out.

For they got not the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them, but by Thy right hand and Thine arm and the light of Thy countenance, because Thou hadst favor unto them.

Thou art my King, O God; command deliverances for Jacob.

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