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As for you, Achior, you Ammonite mercenary, for saying these things in a moment of perversity, you will not see my face after today, until I have taken revenge on this people that came out of Egypt. Then at my return, the sword of my army or the spear of my attendants will pierce your sides, and you will fall among their wounded. My servants will now conduct you to the hill country, and leave you at one of the cities beside the passes.

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