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Upon a barren hill raise a banner;
    cry aloud to them.
Wave your hand to them
    to enter the gates of the nobles.
I have commanded my consecrated soldiers
    and summoned my dedicated warriors
    to carry out my vengeance.
Listen to the great tumult on the mountains
    like that of an immense gathering.
Listen to the uproar of the kingdoms,
    of nations assembling;
the Lord of hosts is mustering
    an army for battle.

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