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He loved to pronounce a curse—
may it come on him;
he found no pleasure in blessing—
may it be far from him.
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He wore cursing as his garment;
it entered into his body like water,
into his bones like oil.
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May it be like a cloak wrapped about him,
like a belt tied forever around him.
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May this be the Lord’s payment to my accusers,
to those who speak evil of me.
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But you, O Sovereign Lord,
deal well with me for your name’s sake;
out of the goodness of your love, deliver me.