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Her sandals ravished his eyes, her beauty made his soul her captive, with a sword she cut off his head.
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The Persians quaked at her constancy, and the Medes at her boldness.
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Then the camp of the Assyrians howled, when my lowly ones appeared, parched with thirst.
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The sons of the damsels have pierced them through, and they have killed them like children fleeing away: they perished in battle before the face of the Lord my God.
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Let us sing a hymn to the Lord, let us sing a new hymn to our God.