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With his own lances you pierced the heads of his warriors, who came out like a windstorm to scatter us their joy is to devour the afflicted who are in hiding.

Verse ConceptsPoor, The Wicked Response ToActing In SecretNot Helping The PoorRejoicing In Evil

Hearing it, my inner parts were moved, and my lips were shaking at the sound; my bones became feeble, and my steps were uncertain under me: I gave sounds of grief in the day of trouble, when his forces came up against the people in bands.

Verse ConceptsHeart, HumanLegsLipsWaitingPeople RottingIndividuals TremblingBonesSoundPeople WaitingNations Attacking IsraelHealing CancerNatural Disasters