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Like the noise of chariots on the tops of the mountains, they leap,
    like the noise of a flame of fire that devours the stubble,
    like a strong people set in battle array.
At their presence the peoples are in anguish.
    All faces have grown pale.
They run like mighty men.
    They climb the wall like warriors.
    They each march in his line, and they don’t swerve off course.

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