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But God is the judge.
    He puts down one, and lifts up another.
For in Yahweh’s hand there is a cup,
    full of foaming wine mixed with spices.
He pours it out.
    Indeed the wicked of the earth drink and drink it to its very dregs.

But I will declare this forever:
    I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

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