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They are all bent on violence,
    a horde moving steadily forward like an east wind;
    they scoop up captives like sand.
10 They scoff at kings,
    they despise rulers.
They regard every fortress with contempt,
    as they build earthen ramps to conquer it.
11 Then they sweep past like the wind and are gone,
    as they ascribe their strength to their god.”

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