11 Scatter abroad the wrath of thine anger, And see every proud one, and make him low.
12 See every proud one -- humble him, And tread down the wicked in their place.
13 Hide them in the dust together, Their faces bind in secret.
14 And even I -- I do praise thee, For thy right hand giveth salvation to thee.
15 Lo, I pray thee, Behemoth, that I made with thee: Grass as an ox he eateth.
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