Behemoth and Leviathan,
O’ how were exchanged the sighs of respite
Where the battle began. O’ how the hunger
Will be abated! And when the former drinks dry
The Jordan to suffocate the latter,
And great land-beast becomes weary from wounds,
There shall be victuals for the righteous!
End.
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