4 Without me they shall bow down under the prisoners, and they shall fall under the slain. For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still.
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Nothing will remain but to cringe among the captives or fall among the slain. Yet for all this, his anger is not turned away, his hand is still upraised.
5 O Assyrian, the rod of mine anger, and the staff in their hand is mine indignation.
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“Woe to the Assyrian, the rod of my anger, in whose hand is the club of my wrath!