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Remember your people, whom you acquired of old,
    the tribe you redeemed as your own heritage,
    Mount Zion where you dwell.(A)
Direct your steps toward the utter destruction,
    everything the enemy laid waste in the sanctuary.
Your foes roared triumphantly in the place of your assembly;
    they set up their own tokens of victory.
They hacked away like a forester gathering boughs,
    swinging his ax in a thicket of trees.
They smashed all its engraved work,
    struck it with ax and pick.
They set your sanctuary on fire,
    profaned your name’s abode by razing it to the ground.(B)

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