Midvash

Psalms 17:13-14

13Up, GOD: beard them! break them! By your sword, free me from their clutches;

14Barehanded, GOD, break these mortals, these flat--earth people who can''t think beyond today. I''d like to see their bellies swollen with famine food, The weeds they''ve sown harvested and baked into famine bread, With second helpings for their children and crusts for their babies to chew on.

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