9 (8) May they be like a slug that melts as it moves,like a stillborn baby that never sees the sun.
12 They surrounded me like beesbut were extinguished [as quickly] as a fire in thorns;in the name of Adonai I cut them down.
6 For the laughter of fools is like the crackling of thornsburning under a pot; this too is pointless.
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