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12 “A wretched crowd ambushes me to my right;
    they trip my feet;
        they build up their path of calamity for me.
13 They tear up my pathways;
    they profit from my destruction,
        and they need no help to do this!
14 They come like those who breach through a wall;
    as everything crashes around me they’ll roll on and on!

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