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who made the world as a wilderness, and overthrew the cities of it; who didn`t let loose his prisoners to their home?"
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All the kings of the nations, all of them, sleep in glory, everyone in his own house.
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But you are cast forth away from your tomb like an abominable branch, clothed with the slain, who are thrust through with the sword, who go down to the stones of the pit; as a dead body trodden under foot.