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They will only bow down under the prisoners,

    and will fall under the slain.
For all this his anger is not turned away,
    but his hand is stretched out still.

Alas Assyrian, the rod of my anger, the staff in whose hand is my indignation! I will send him against a profane nation, and against the people who anger me I will give him a command to take the plunder and to take the prey, and to tread them down like the mire of the streets.

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