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Move Your footsteps to the perpetual desolations,
    to all the harm the enemy has done in the sanctuary.

Your enemies roar in the midst of Your meeting place;
    they set up their miracles for signs.
They seem like men who lift up axes
    on a thicket of trees.

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Turn your steps toward these everlasting ruins,(A)
    all this destruction the enemy has brought on the sanctuary.

Your foes roared(B) in the place where you met with us;
    they set up their standards(C) as signs.
They behaved like men wielding axes
    to cut through a thicket of trees.(D)

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