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God comes from Teman,
    the Holy One from Mount Paran.
His radiance covers the heavens,
    and with his glory the earth is filled.
His splendor is like that of the sunrise;
    rays shine forth from his hand
    where his power lies hidden.
Pestilence goes before him,
    and plague follows close behind.
When he stands up, the earth trembles;
    at his glance the nations panic.
The eternal mountains are shattered;
    along his ancient pathways,
    the age-old hills bow down.
The tents of the Ethiopians are in distress;
    the dwellings of the land of Midian are trembling.
Are you angry with the rivers, O Lord?
    Or is your wrath directed against the streams,
    or your rage against the sea,
that your horses are mounted
    and you drive your chariots to victory?
You uncover your bow
    and fill your quiver with arrows;
    into rivers you split the earth.
10 At the sight of you the mountains tremble;
    a torrent of water rushes by
    and the ocean thunders aloud.

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