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14 You pierced with his own arrows
    the leaders of his villages.
They came like a whirlwind to scatter me;
    their rejoicing was like devouring the poor in secret.
15 You trampled the sea with Your horses,
    through the wakes of great waters.

16 I heard, and my body trembled;
    my lips quivered at the sound;
rottenness entered my bones;
    my legs tremble beneath me.
Yet I will wait quietly for the day
    when calamity comes on the people invading us.

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