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Let your table before you,
Become a snare or a trap;
When peace of mind is not true,
Unable to bridge the gap.
Let your eyes become darkened,
And are unable to see;
Ears unable to harkened,
Making loins tremble to plea.
Pour out your indignation,
Let burning anger take hold;
Letting your destination,
To plans that God will unfold.
Let their camp be desolate,
In their tents let no one dwell;
Because of their consulate,
Has been located in hell.
They persecute and struck down,
As they recount of the pain;
Giving Him a thorny crown,
With a cross for Him to reign.
Punishment on punishment,
Leaving Him no acquittal;
Requires their banishment,
For the sinful committal.
So, blot them out of the book,
For living up in Heaven;
The unrighteous path they took,
That salvation be not given.
I am afflicted in pain,
Your salvation sets me high;
The confidence lets me reign,
Knowing that I will not die.
I will praise the name of God,
As I magnify with song;
Thankful to honor and laud,
To the Father I belong.
This is pleasing to the Lord,
More than an ox or a bull;
For being loved and adored,
And always being faithful.
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