The stouthearted are spoiled, they have slept their sleep: and none of the men of might have found their hands.

At thy rebuke, O God of Jacob, both the chariot and horse are cast into a dead sleep.

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The valiant(A) lie plundered,
    they sleep their last sleep;(B)
not one of the warriors
    can lift his hands.
At your rebuke,(C) God of Jacob,
    both horse and chariot(D) lie still.

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