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But erect a memorial to the sin of his father, and make sure his mother's name is there, too -
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Their sins recorded forever before God, but they themselves sunk in oblivion.
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That's all he deserves since he was never once kind, hounded the afflicted and heartbroken to their graves.
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Since he loved cursing so much, let curses rain down; Since he had no taste for blessing, let blessings flee far from him.
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He dressed up in curses like a fine suit of clothes; he drank curses, took his baths in curses.
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So give him a gift - a costume of curses; he can wear curses every day of the week!
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That's what they'll get, those out to get me - an avalanche of just deserts from God.
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Oh, God, my Lord, step in; work a miracle for me - you can do it! Get me out of here - your love is so great! -
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I'm at the end of my rope, my life in ruins.
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I'm fading away to nothing, passing away, my youth gone, old before my time.
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I'm weak from hunger and can hardly stand up, my body a rack of skin and bones.