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As numerous as flowers
growing wild in a field,
The wicked in the world
daily aim their arrows
And brandish their
gleaming swords,
Readying to slay both
the downtrodden
and the upright,
Plotting against them
and openly gnashing
their grisly teeth.
But their bows will be broken
and their swords will stab
their very own hearts.
One day the wicked
will be no more,
they will not be found,
Like weeds in a barrel
they will be consumed
going up in smoke.
Psalms 37:10-20 |
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