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He bent his bow like an enemy;
    the arrow in his right hand
Like a foe, he killed
    all those held precious;
On the tent of daughter Zion
    he poured out his wrath like fire.

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12 I was in peace, but he dislodged me,
    seized me by the neck, dashed me to pieces.
He has set me up for a target;

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