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David’s poetic praise to God I’m pleading with you, Lord, help me![1] Don’t close your ears to my cry, for you’re my defender. If you continue to remain aloof and refuse to answer me, I might as well give up and die. |
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Can’t you see me turning toward your mercy seat as I lift my hands in surrendered prayer? Now, Lord, please listen to my cry. |
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Don’t allow me to be punished along with the wicked — these hypocrites who speak sweetly to their neighbors’ faces while holding evil against them in their hearts. |
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Go ahead and punish them as they deserve. Let them be paid back for all their evil plans in proportion to their wickedness. |
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Since they don’t care anything about you, or about the great things you’ve done, take them down like an old building being demolished, never again to be rebuilt. |
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But may your name be blessed and built up! For you have answered my passionate cry for mercy. |
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You are my strength and my shield from every danger. When I fully trust in you, help is on the way. I jump for joy and burst forth with ecstatic, passionate praise! I will sing songs of what you mean to me! |
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You will be the inner strength of all your people, the mighty protector of all, the saving strength for all your anointed ones. |
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Keep protecting and cherishing your chosen ones; in you they will never fall. Like a shepherd going before us, keep leading us forward, forever carrying us in your arms! |
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