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VI
Thy God assureth thee strength,Strengthen, O God! Thy decree,
The things Thou workest for us,
Because of Thy palace, which hangs
Dominant over Jerusalem.
So shall kings bring presents to Thee!
Rebuke the thronging mass
Of the men who hold the lance—
The swarming horde of the bisons,
The young steers among the herds
That are nations of mighty men—
Till they move themselves restlessly forward,
With tribute of silver bars.
He has scattered the hordes of nations
Whose will is the onset of war.
—Nobles shall come out of Egypt,
And Cush—his hands in haste
Shall yet be uplifted to God.
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