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Not with their own swords did they conquer the land,(A)
    nor did their own arms bring victory;
It was your right hand, your own arm,
    the light of your face for you favored them.(B)
You are my king and my God,(C)
    who bestows victories on Jacob.
Through you we batter our foes;
    through your name we trample our adversaries.
Not in my bow do I trust,
    nor does my sword bring me victory.
You have brought us victory over our enemies,
    shamed those who hate us.

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