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From the top of the rocks I see him,
    from the hills I behold him.
Behold, a people dwelling alone,
    not counted among the nations.
10 Who can count the dust of Jacob,
    or number one-fourth of Israel?
Let me die the death of the righteous,
    let my end be like his.”

11 Then Balak said to Balaam, “What have you done to me? I brought you to curse my enemies, but you have bountifully blessed them.”

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