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Those bad people come back to the city every evening.
They go from place to place,
    and they cry out like dogs.
They shout evil things,
    and their words hurt like swords.
They think, ‘Nobody can hear what we say!’
But Lord, you laugh at them.
    You laugh at all the foreign nations.

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They return at evening,
    snarling like dogs,(A)
    and prowl about the city.
See what they spew from their mouths(B)
    the words from their lips are sharp as swords,(C)
    and they think, “Who can hear us?”(D)
But you laugh at them, Lord;(E)
    you scoff at all those nations.(F)

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