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"
They
came
up
against
me
;
their
strong
ones
ran
swiftly
to
slay
me
;
they
cried
,
'
Ha
!
ha
!
he
is
as
one
already
dead
.
'
"
Then
breathed
I
on
them
,
and
my
breath
was
as
the
breath
of
a
wind
,
and
lo
!
they
were
not
.
"
My
lightnings
pierced
them
;
I
licked
up
their
strength
with
the
lightning
of
my
spears
;
I
shook
them
to
the
ground
with
the
thunder
of
my
shoutings
.
"
They
broke
--
they
scattered
--
they
were
gone
as
the
mists
of
the
morning
.
"
They
are
food
for
the
kites
and
the
foxes
,
and
the
place
of
battle
is
fat
with
their
blood
.
"
Where
are
the
mighty
ones
who
rose
up
in
the
morning
?
"
Where
are
the
proud
ones
who
tossed
their
spears
and
cried
,
'
He
is
as
a
man
already
dead
'
?
"
They
bow
their
heads
,
but
not
in
sleep
;
they
are
stretched
out
,
but
not
in
sleep
.
"
They
are
forgotten
;
they
have
gone
into
the
blackness
;
they
dwell
in
the
dead
moons
;
yea
,
others
shall
lead
away
their
wives
,
and
their
children
shall
remember
them
no
more
.
"
And
I
--
the
king
--
like
an
eagle
I
have
found
my
eyrie
.
