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Psalm 17:12-14
The Message
Psalm 17:12-14
The Message
10-14 Their hearts are hard as nails,
their mouths blast hot air.
They are after me, nipping my heels,
determined to bring me down,
Lions ready to rip me apart,
young lions poised to pounce.
Up, God: beard them! break them!
By your sword, free me from their clutches;
Barehanded, God, break these mortals,
these flat-earth people who can’t think beyond today.
I’d like to see their bellies
swollen with famine food,
The weeds they’ve sown
harvested and baked into famine bread,
With second helpings for their children
and crusts for their babies to chew on.
Psalm 17:12-14
New International Version
Psalm 17:12-14
New International Version
13 Rise up,(C) Lord, confront them, bring them down;(D)
with your sword rescue me from the wicked.
14 By your hand save me from such people, Lord,
from those of this world(E) whose reward is in this life.(F)
May what you have stored up for the wicked fill their bellies;
may their children gorge themselves on it,
and may there be leftovers(G) for their little ones.
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