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    They would stop at nothing to beat, batter, and bruise the nations,
        constantly raging as they hunted down and tyrannized the peoples.
    The whole earth, mountains to sea, breathes a sigh of relief;
        the peace and quiet erupts into a lively, joyful song.
    The cypresses and cedars of Lebanon rejoice at his demise, singing:
        You can’t hurt us anymore. Now that you’ve been cut down,
    No one comes to cut us down!”

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