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12 On my (A)right hand the rabble rise;
    they push away my feet;
    they (B)cast up against me their ways of destruction.
13 They break up my path;
    they promote my (C)calamity;
    they need no one to help them.
14 As through a wide (D)breach they come;
    amid the crash they roll on.

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