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We didn't fight for this land; we didn't work for it - it was a gift! You gave it, smiling as you gave it, delighting as you gave it.
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You're my King, O God - command victories for Jacob!
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With your help we'll wipe out our enemies, in your name we'll stomp them to dust.
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I don't trust in weapons; my sword won't save me -
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But it's you, you who saved us from the enemy; you made those who hate us lose face.
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All day we parade God's praise - we thank you by name over and over.
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But now you've walked off and left us, you've disgraced us and won't fight for us.
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You made us turn tail and run; those who hate us have cleaned us out.
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You delivered us as sheep to the butcher, you scattered us to the four winds.
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You sold your people at a discount - you made nothing on the sale.
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You made people on the street, urchins, poke fun and call us names.