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Glorious are you, more majestic
    (A)than the mountains of (B)prey.
(C)The stout-hearted were stripped of their spoil;
    (D)they sank into sleep;
all the men of war
    were unable to use their hands.
At your rebuke, O God of Jacob,
    both (E)rider and horse lay stunned.

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