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Liars are pouring out invective on me; Their lying tongues are like a pack of dogs out to get me,
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barking their hate, nipping my heels - and for no reason!
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I loved them and now they slander me - yes, me! - and treat my prayer like a crime;
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They return my good with evil, they return my love with hate.
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Send the Evil One to accuse my accusing judge; dispatch Satan to prosecute him.
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When he's judged, let the verdict be, "Guilty," and when he prays, let his prayer turn to sin.
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Give him a short life, and give his job to somebody else.
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Make orphans of his children, dress his wife in widow's weeds;
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Turn his children into begging street urchins, evicted from their homes - homeless.
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May the bank foreclose and wipe him out, and strangers, like vultures, pick him clean.
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May there be no one around to help him out, no one willing to give his orphans a break.