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Ah! stilled is the tyrant, And stilled is the fury! Broke hath Jehovah the rod of the wicked, Sceptre of despots: Stroke of (the) peoples with passion, Stroke unremitting, Treading in wrath (the) nations, Trampling unceasing. Quiet, at rest, is the whole earth, They break into singing; Even the pines are jubilant for thee, Lebanon's cedars! "Since thou liest low, cometh not up Feller against us."