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19 When you would destroy the wicked, O God,
    the bloodthirsty depart from me!(A)
20 Your foes who conspire a plot against you
    are exalted in vain.


21 Do I not hate, Lord, those who hate you?
    Those who rise against you, do I not loathe?(B)
22 With fierce hatred I hate them,
    enemies I count as my own.

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