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13 Rise, O Lord, confront and cast them down;
    rescue my soul from the wicked.
14 Slay them with your sword;
    with your hand, Lord, slay them;
    snatch them from the world in their prime.
Their bellies are being filled with your friends;
    their children are satisfied too,
    for they share what is left with their young.

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