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    The Eternal has broken the hold of the wicked,
        snapped the staff and the scepter of tyrannical rulers.
    They would stop at nothing to beat, batter, and bruise the nations,
        constantly raging as they hunted down and tyrannized the peoples.
    The whole earth, mountains to sea, breathes a sigh of relief;
        the peace and quiet erupts into a lively, joyful song.

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The Lord hath broken the staff of the wicked, and the sceptre of the rulers.

He who smote the people in wrath with a continual stroke, he that ruled the nations in anger, is persecuted, and none hindereth.

The whole earth is at rest, and is quiet: they break forth into singing.

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