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15 But at my stumbling they gathered in glee.
Wretches gathered against me whom I did not know,
    tearing at me without ceasing.
16 They mocked profanely, as if at a feast,
they gnashed at me with their teeth.

17 My Lord, how long will You look on?
Rescue my soul from their ravages—
my solitary existence from the lions.

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