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40 You cause my enemies to turn around,
    and they run away from me.
I can destroy those who hate me.
41 They call out for help,
    but nobody is there to help them.
They call to the Lord,
    but he does not answer them.
42 I beat them into dust
    that the wind blows away.
I walk over them,
    like dirt that lies on the streets.

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