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28 Whose arrows are sharp,
    and all of his bows are bent.
The hoofs of his horses are reckoned like flint,
    and his wheels like the storm wind.
29 His roaring is like the lion,
    and he roars like young lions.
And he growls and seizes his prey,
    and he carries it off,
    and not one can rescue it.
30 And he will roar over him on that day
    like the roaring of the sea,
and if one looks to the land, look! Darkness! Distress!
    And the light grows dark with its[a] clouds.

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  1. Isaiah 5:30 Presumably the land’s