OT-POET.filter - web 30:12:

web@Job:30:12 @On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.

web@Psalms:30:12 @ To the end that my heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. Yahweh my God, I will give thanks to you forever!

web@Proverbs:30:12 @ There is a generation that is pure in their own eyes, yet are not washed from their filthiness.