25 Je l'ai suscité du septentrion, et il est venu; De l'orient, il invoque mon nom; Il foule les puissants comme de la boue, Comme de l'argile que foule un potier.
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“I have stirred up one from the north, and he comes— one from the rising sun who calls on my name. He treads on rulers as if they were mortar, as if he were a potter treading the clay.