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His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp round about my tabernacle.
GOD doth abandon me to him that is perverse, and, into the hands of the lawless, he throweth me headlong.
Alas! for Assyria, the rod of mine anger, - Yea, the very staff in their hand, is, my displeasure:
But I will put it into the hand of thy tormentors, Who said to thy soul, Bow down thus we may pass over, - And so thou didst place as the ground, thy back, Yea as the street to such as were passing along.
On my right hand, the young brood rose up, - My feet, they thrust aside, and cast up against me their earthworks of destruction;