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For David, ancient King, is deadAnd, dying, left his latest word
To Solomon, who rules instead,
That he should slay me by the sword.
Why stands Benaiah at the gate?
For, though I clasp the altar's horn,
Yet little reck I of my fate,
The twinge of death I hold in scorn;
For I am stricken deep in years
And I have drunk the lees of life;
Of smiting steel have I no fears,
My days were passed in deadly strife;
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