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He rears up, he xx the fields. He is greatly august, possessing the strength of a lion, xx. He is endowed with fearsomeness like a raging lion. Like a rampant wild bull, xx. He grasps the seven winds, makes fire xx, subduing all in battle and fight, xx like lightning. Acute fear of him seizes all the wicked, xx a southerly storm. The strength ebbs away from the city that he has cursed.