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I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.

Swallow up, O Lord, divide their tongue, For I saw violence and strife in a city.

10 By day and by night they go round it, on its walls. Both iniquity and perverseness [are] in its midst,

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I would hurry to my place of shelter,(A)
    far from the tempest and storm.(B)

Lord, confuse the wicked, confound their words,(C)
    for I see violence and strife(D) in the city.(E)
10 Day and night they prowl(F) about on its walls;
    malice and abuse are within it.

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