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Who said, "Let us take for ourselves The pastures of God for a possession."
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O my God, make them like the whirling dust, Like the chaff before the wind!
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As the fire burns the woods, And as the flame sets the mountains on fire,
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So pursue them with Your tempest, And frighten them with Your storm.
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Fill their faces with shame, That they may seek Your name, O Lord.
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Let them be confounded and dismayed forever; Yes, let them be put to shame and perish,
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That they may know that You, whose name alone is the Lord, Are the Most High over all the earth.