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I saw tents of Cushan under calamity.
The curtains of the land of Midian are trembling.
Adonai, is your wrath against rivers?
Or Your anger at the rivers?
Or is Your fury with the sea?
For You ride on Your horses,
    Your chariots of salvation!
Your bow is laid bare.
Sworn are rods—a decree. Selah
You cleave the land with rivers.

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