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Then from the Woman rose a piercing cry:
“Hear, earth; ye heavens, hearken! here am I,
The world's great Harlot, who have snared and slain
The last old giants of the seed of Cain,
And reddened all my robes with youthful blood.
And now the Lord will chase me with His flood,
And hunt me as a beast; and though He spare
The beast, will spare not me, but clutch my hair,
And slay me without mercy for my sin!
“Hear, earth; ye heavens, hearken! here am I,
The world's great Harlot, who have snared and slain
The last old giants of the seed of Cain,
And reddened all my robes with youthful blood.
And now the Lord will chase me with His flood,
And hunt me as a beast; and though He spare
The beast, will spare not me, but clutch my hair,
And slay me without mercy for my sin!
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