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how You drove out the nations with Your hand,
    and planted others instead;
how You afflicted peoples,
    and sent them away.
For they did not take possession of the land by their own sword,
    nor did their own arm save them;
but it was Your right hand, and Your arm,
    and the light of Your countenance, because You had favor on them.

You are my King, O God;
    command deliverances for Jacob.

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