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The shields of His mighty men are made red. The valiant men are in scarlet. The chariots are afire, flaming on the day of His preparation. And the fir trees shall tremble.

The chariots shall rage in the streets. They shall run to and fro on the highways. They shall seem like lamps. They shall shoot like lightning.

He shall remember His strong men. They shall stumble as they go. They shall hurry to its walls. And the defense shall be prepared.

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