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My soul is among lions. I must lie among the sons of men who breathe fire, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and whose tongues are a sharp sword. Be lifted up above the heavens, O God. Let Your shining-greatness be above all the earth. They have set a net for my steps. My soul is brought down. They dug a deep hole in front of me. But they themselves have fallen into it.

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