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Let him be caught in the net of his own eyes in my regard, and do thou strike him by the graces of the words of my lips.
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Give me constancy in my mind, that I may despise him: and fortitude that I may overthrow him.
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For this will be a glorious monument for thy name, when he shall fall by the hand of a woman.
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For thy power, O Lord, is not in a multitude, nor is thy pleasure in the strength of horses, nor from the beginning have the proud been acceptable to thee: but the prayer of the humble and the meek hath always pleased thee.
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O God of the heavens, creator of the waters, and Lord of the whole creation, hear me a poor wretch, making supplication to thee, and presuming of thy mercy.