7 Rise up, Lord!(A)Save me, my God!You strike all my enemies on the cheek;(B)You break the teeth of the wicked.(C)
6 God, knock the teeth out of their mouths;Lord, tear out the young lions’ fangs.(A)
17 Food gained by fraud is sweet to a man,(A)but afterward his mouth is full of gravel.
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