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My enemies are planning trouble for me.
    Lord, make that trouble fall on them.
10 Pour burning coals on their heads.
    Throw them into the fire.
    Throw them into pits they can never escape.
11 Don’t let those cruel liars enjoy success here.
    Let disaster hunt them down.

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Those who surround me proudly rear their heads;
    may the mischief of their lips engulf them.(A)
10 May burning coals fall on them;
    may they be thrown into the fire,(B)
    into miry pits, never to rise.
11 May slanderers not be established in the land;
    may disaster hunt down the violent.(C)

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