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Be merciful unto me, O God: for man would swallow me up; he fighting daily oppresseth me.
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Mine enemies would daily swallow me up: for they be many that fight against me, O thou most High.
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What time I am afraid, I will trust in thee.
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In God I will praise his word, in God I have put my trust; I will not fear what flesh can do unto me.
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Every day they wrest my words: all their thoughts are against me for evil.
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They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, they mark my steps, when they wait for my soul.
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Shall they escape by iniquity? in thine anger cast down the people, O God.
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Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?
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When I cry unto thee, then shall mine enemies turn back: this I know; for God is for me.
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In God will I praise his word: in the LORD will I praise his word.
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In God have I put my trust: I will not be afraid what man can do unto me.
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Thy vows are upon me, O God: I will render praises unto thee.
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For thou hast delivered my soul from death: wilt not thou deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?
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In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.
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Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.
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What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?
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Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.
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Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!
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My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
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I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.
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Deliver me, O LORD, from the evil man: preserve me from the violent man;
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Which imagine mischiefs in their heart; continually are they gathered together for war.
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They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent; adders' poison is under their lips. Selah.
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Keep me, O LORD, from the hands of the wicked; preserve me from the violent man; who have purposed to overthrow my goings.
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The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a net by the wayside; they have set gins for me. Selah.
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I said unto the LORD, Thou art my God: hear the voice of my supplications, O LORD.
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O GOD the Lord, the strength of my salvation, thou hast covered my head in the day of battle.
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Grant not, O LORD, the desires of the wicked: further not his wicked device; lest they exalt themselves. Selah.
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As for the head of those that compass me about, let the mischief of their own lips cover them.
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Let burning coals fall upon them: let them be cast into the fire; into deep pits, that they rise not up again.
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Let not an evil speaker be established in the earth: evil shall hunt the violent man to overthrow him.
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I know that the LORD will maintain the cause of the afflicted, and the right of the poor.
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Surely the righteous shall give thanks unto thy name: the upright shall dwell in thy presence.
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Lord, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.
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Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
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Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
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Incline not my heart to any evil thing, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
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Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.
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When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
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Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
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But mine eyes are unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
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Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
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Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.
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I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.
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I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
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When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
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I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
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I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
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Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
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Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.