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18 They hunt our steps, so that we cannot walk in our streets. Our end is near. Our days are fulfilled, for our end has come.

19 Our persecutors are swifter than the eagles of the sky. They pursued us upon the mountains and laid in wait for us in the wilderness.

20 The breath of our nostrils, the Anointed of the LORD, was taken in their nets, of whom we said, “Under his shadow we shall be preserved alive among the heathen.”

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