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Let those who seek after my soul be disappointed and brought to dishonor.
    Let those who plot my ruin be turned back and confounded.
Let them be as chaff before the wind,
    Yahweh’s angel driving them on.
Let their way be dark and slippery,
    Yahweh’s angel pursuing them.
For without cause they have hidden their net in a pit for me.
    Without cause they have dug a pit for my soul.
Let destruction come on him unawares.
    Let his net that he has hidden catch himself.
    Let him fall into that destruction.

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