7-8 And here I am, your invited guest—
    it’s incredible!
I enter your house; here I am,
    prostrate in your inner sanctum,
Waiting for directions
    to get me safely through enemy lines.

9-10 Every word they speak is a land mine;
    their lungs breathe out poison gas.
Their throats are gaping graves,
    their tongues slick as mudslides.
Pile on the guilt, God!
    Let their so-called wisdom wreck them.
Kick them out! They’ve had their chance.

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Lead me, Lord, in your righteousness(A)
    because of my enemies—
    make your way straight(B) before me.
Not a word from their mouth can be trusted;
    their heart is filled with malice.
Their throat is an open grave;(C)
    with their tongues they tell lies.(D)
10 Declare them guilty, O God!
    Let their intrigues be their downfall.
Banish them for their many sins,(E)
    for they have rebelled(F) against you.

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