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Lift up your feet to the perpetual ruins, All the evil that the enemy has done in the sanctuary.
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Your adversaries have roared in the midst of your assembly. They have set up their standards as signs.
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They behaved like men wielding axes, Cutting through a thicket of trees.
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Now all its carved work They break down with hatchet and hammers.
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They have burned your sanctuary to the ground. They have profaned the dwelling-place of your Name.
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They said in their heart, "We will crush them completely." They have burned up all the places in the land where God was worshipped.
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We see no miraculous signs. There is no longer any prophet, Neither is there among us anyone who knows how long.
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How long, God, shall the adversary reproach? Shall the enemy blaspheme your name forever?