The voice of Marduk thunders:
Iron rains down upon the earth,
there is no dearth
of rage. As sword sunders
soul from body, our god plunders
the lillies of the valley, the maidens of the earth,
who cannot compete with the sun's wrath - Bundlers
of wheat, you are the chaff; death will teach you your worth.
Yet now who thunders, His voice greater
than any I have heard, His power mightier
than the sword
of our lord?
It is the Lord of Israel, Lord of Hosts,
who will turn us all into ghosts.
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