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13You went out for the salvation of your people,for the salvation of your anointed.You crushed the head of the land of wickedness.You stripped them head to foot. Selah. 14You pierced the heads of his warriors with their own spears.They came as a whirlwind to scatter me,gloating as if to devour the wretched in secret. 15You trampled the sea with your horses,churning mighty waters. 16I heard, and my body trembled.My lips quivered at the voice.Rottenness enters into my bones, and I tremble in my placebecause I must wait quietly for the day of trouble,for the coming up of the people who invade us. 17For even though the fig tree doesn’t flourish,nor fruit be in the vines,the labor of the olive fails,the fields yield no food,the flocks are cut off from the fold,and there is no herd in the stalls,