O God, break the teeth in their mouths; tear out the fangs of the young lions, O LORD! Let them vanish like water that runs away; when he aims his arrows, let them be blunted. Let them be like the snail that dissolves into slime, like the stillborn child who never sees the sun. Sooner than your pots can feel the heat of thorns, whether green or ablaze, may he sweep them away!,
But You, the Lord of love, light and mercy, have prescribed a curative and restorative. You, in Your Love, have provided for the ripping of the fangs, the dissolution of the sins, the bringing of light to all who seek the cure.
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