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Reproach has broken my heart, And I am full of heaviness; I looked for someone to take pity, but there was none; And for comforters, but I found none.
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They also gave me gall for my food, And for my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.
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Let their table become a snare before them, And their well-being a trap.
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Let their eyes be darkened, so that they do not see; And make their loins shake continually.
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Pour out Your indignation upon them, And let Your wrathful anger take hold of them.
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Let their dwelling place be desolate; Let no one live in their tents.
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For they persecute the ones You have struck, And talk of the grief of those You have wounded.
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Add iniquity to their iniquity, And let them not come into Your righteousness.
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Let them be blotted out of the book of the living, And not be written with the righteous.
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But I am poor and sorrowful; Let Your salvation, O God, set me up on high.
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I will praise the name of God with a song, And will magnify Him with thanksgiving.