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Let them melt away as waters which run continually:
when he bendeth his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be as cut in pieces.
As a snail which melteth, let every one of them pass away:
like the untimely birth of a woman, that they may not see the sun.
Before your pots can feel the thorns,
he shall take them away as with a whirlwind, both living, and in his wrath.

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