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God, they are like lions.
    So, Lord, break their teeth.
May they disappear like water down a drain.
    May they be crushed like weeds on a path.[a]
May they be like snails melting away as they move.
    May they be like a baby born dead, who never saw the light of day.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 58:7 Or “May he shoot his arrows, cutting them down as if they were withering grass.”

Break the teeth in their mouths, O God;(A)
    Lord, tear out the fangs of those lions!(B)
Let them vanish like water that flows away;(C)
    when they draw the bow, let their arrows fall short.(D)
May they be like a slug that melts away as it moves along,(E)
    like a stillborn child(F) that never sees the sun.

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