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The chief of my surrounders, The perverseness of their lips covereth them.

10 They cause to fall on themselves burning coals, Into fire He doth cast them, Into deep pits -- they arise not.

11 A talkative man is not established in the earth, One of violence -- evil hunteth to overflowing.

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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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