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Are they blind, the lords of Gaza, / That each his fellow urges / "Samson the proud is pillow-smothered," / They raise mock dirges?
Philistines and dullards, / Turn, look with amaze / At my foxes running in your cornfields / With their tails ablaze,
At bloody jawbone, at bees flitting / From the stark lion's hide: / At these, the gates of well-walled Gaza, / Clanking to my stride.