9. Destroy, O Lord. Put my enemies to the rout. Let them be devoured by the sword, since
they have unsheathed it against me. How could we expect the exiled monarch to
offer any other prayer than this against the rebellious bands of Absalom, and
the crafty devices of Ahithophel? Divide their tongues. Make another
Babel in their debates and councils of war. Set them at cross purposes. Divide
the pack that the hunted one may escape. The divisions of error are the hope of
truth. For I have seen violence and strife in the city. The king hoped
that now the very lawlessness which had exiled him would create weakness among
his foes. They who are strong through violence will sooner or later find that
their strength is their death. The prayer of David was heard; the rebels were
soon divided.
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