9 Our ensigns we have not seen, There is no more a prophet, Nor with us is one knowing how long.
10 Till when, O God, doth an adversary reproach? Doth an enemy despise thy name for ever?
11 Why dost Thou turn back Thy hand, Even Thy right hand? From the midst of Thy bosom remove 'it'.
12 And God 'is' my king of old, Working salvation in the midst of the earth.
13 Thou hast broken by Thy strength a sea-'monster', Thou hast shivered Heads of dragons by the waters,
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