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11 Day and night they make the rounds on her walls.
Iniquity and mischief are within her.
12 Ruins are in her midst.
Oppression and deceit never leave her square.
13 For if it were an enemy taunting me,
    I could endure it.
If my foe was exalting himself over me,
    I could hide from him.

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