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- Even from birth the wicked go astray; from the womb they are wayward and speak lies.
- Their venom is like the venom of a snake, like that of a cobra that has stopped its ears,
- that will not heed the tune of the charmer, however skillful the enchanter may be.
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- Break the teeth in their mouths, O God; tear out, O LORD, the fangs of the lions!
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- Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns-- whether they be green or dry--the wicked will be swept away.
- The righteous will be glad when they are avenged, when they bathe their feet in the blood of the wicked.
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