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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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13 Rise up,(A) Lord, confront them, bring them down;(B)
    with your sword rescue me from the wicked.
14 By your hand save me from such people, Lord,
    from those of this world(C) whose reward is in this life.(D)
May what you have stored up for the wicked fill their bellies;
    may their children gorge themselves on it,
    and may there be leftovers(E) for their little ones.

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