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11 When my lowly ones shouted, they were terrified;
    when my weak ones cried out, they trembled,
    and when they raised their voices, the enemy took to flight.
12 The sons of slave girls ran them through
    and wounded them like the children of deserters;
    they perished before the army of my Lord.
13 “I will sing a new hymn to my God.
    Lord, you are great and glorious,
    wonderful in strength, invincible.

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