10 Et toute chair saura que moi, l'Éternel, j'ai tiré l'épée de son fourreau; elle n'y rentrera plus.
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sharpened for the slaughter, polished to flash like lightning! “ ‘Shall we rejoice in the scepter of my royal son? The sword despises every such stick.
The Ostervald translation is in the public domain.