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May they melt away as waters which run continually;
    when he bends his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be trodden under.
May they become as a snail that melts as it goes,
    like the untimely birth of a woman, may they not see the sun.

Before your pots can feel the thorns’ heat, green or burning,
    may He sweep them away.

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