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Like heat in a dry place,
You subdue the roar of foreigners.
Like heat in the shade of a cloud,
    the song of tyrants is brought low.

On this mountain, Adonai-Tzva’ot
will prepare a lavish banquet for all peoples—
a banquet of aged wine—
of rich food, of choice marrow, of aged wine well refined.
On this mountain He will swallow up
the shroud that enfolds all peoples,
the veil spread over all nations.

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