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As with the sound of chariots,
    they leap on the mountaintops,
as with the sound of a flame of fire consuming stubble,
    as a mighty army arrayed for war.

Before them, peoples are tormented;
    every face turns pale.
Like mighty men they run,
    like men of war they scale a wall;
each marches on his way,
    they do not swerve from their paths.

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