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Baldness is come upon Gaza; Ashkelon is cut off with the remnant of their valley. How long wilt thou cut thyself?”

O thou sword of the Lord, how long will it be ere thou be quiet? Put up thyself into thy scabbard; rest and be still.

How can it be quiet, seeing the Lord hath given it a charge against Ashkelon and against the seashore? There hath He appointed it.

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