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Psalm 55:9-11

9-11Come down hard, Lord—slit their tongues.

I'm appalled how they've split the city

Into rival gangs

prowling the alleys

Day and night spoiling for a fight,

trash piled in the streets,

Even shopkeepers gouging and cheating

in broad daylight.

12-14This isn't the neighborhood bully

mocking me—I could take that.

This isn't a foreign devil spitting

invective—I could tune that out.

It's you! We grew up together!

You! My best friend!

Those long hours of leisure as we walked

arm in arm, God a third party to our conversation.