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With Your own hand You made the nations leave, and put our fathers in the land. You brought trouble upon the nations, and You spread them out. It was not by their sword that they took the land. Their own arm did not save them. But it was Your right hand, and Your arm, and the light of Your face, for You favored them.

You are my King, O God. Jacob wins because You say it must be so.

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