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O! I recall the siege which fell on me:

Within this month He struck me; He destroyed

With three blows;—cut me down and left me void;—

Now He hath made me weary utterly.

He silenced on the eighth day all my throng:

(Have I not for three things a fast proclaimed?)

The king bade: write the law in Greek; they maimed,

They ploughed on me; they made their furrows long.