11
Then my afflicted shouted for joy, and my weak ones cried aloud; but they were astonished: these lifted up their voices, but they were overthrown.
12
The sons of the damsels have pierced them through, and wounded them as fugatives' children: they perished by the battle of the Lord.
13
I will sing unto the Lord a new song: O Lord, thou art great and glorious, wonderful in strength, and invincible.
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Let all creatures serve thee: for thou spakest, and they were made, thou didst send forth thy spirit, and it created them, and there is none that can resist thy voice.
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For the mountains shall be moved from their foundations with the waters, the rocks shall melt as wax at thy presence: yet thou art merciful to them that fear thee.