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If, Stupid God, you must in this world be,
Then, again, I ask you go from me,
But now, I ask, as well, that you light on them
Who would seek to work against me.

Turn their ankles, that they may not advance.
Flash in their eyes and stymie thus the glance
That they would turn on me to my despite.
Thwart those who would work against me.

Din in ears that seek to hear my word
Only to against me undeterred
Advance their works and work to my despite.
Thwart those who would work against me.

Strike the hands such that the fingers bleed
Of them who prefer to no reason heed
Or even fairly judge, as is not right.
Thwart those who would work against me.