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Then my oppressed people shouted; my weak people cried out, and the enemy trembled; they lifted up their voices, and the enemy were turned back.
12
Sons of slave-girls pierced them through and wounded them like the children of fugitives; they perished before the army of my Lord.
13
I will sing to my God a new song: O Lord, you are great and glorious, wonderful in strength, invincible.
14
Let all your creatures serve you, for you spoke, and they were made. You sent forth your spirit, and it formed them; there is none that can resist your voice.
15
For the mountains shall be shaken to their foundations with the waters; before your glance the rocks shall melt like wax. But to those who fear you you show mercy.
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