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O God, break their teeth in their mouths.
Tear out the fangs of young lions, Adonai.
Let them flow away like water that runs off.
When he bends his bow, let the arrows be cut off.
Like a slug melting away as it slithers,
like a woman’s miscarriage,
may they never see the sun.

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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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