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The faithful have vanished from the earth,
    no mortal is just!
They all lie in wait to shed blood,
    each one ensnares the other.(A)
Their hands succeed at evil;
    the prince makes demands,
The judge is bought for a price,
    the powerful speak as they please.(B)
The best of them is like a brier,
    the most honest like a thorn hedge.
The day announced by your sentinels!
    Your punishment has come;
    now is the time of your confusion.

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