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Hear my voice, O God, in myⓐ complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy. |
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Hide me fromⓑ the secret plots of the wicked, from the throng of evildoers, |
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whoⓒ whet their tongues like swords, whoⓓ aim bitter words like arrows, |
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shooting fromⓔ ambush at the blameless, shooting at him suddenly andⓕ without fear. |
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Theyⓖ hold fast to their evil purpose; they talk ofⓗ laying snares secretly, thinking,ⓘ “Who can see them?” |
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They search out injustice, saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.” Forⓙ the inward mind and heart of a man are deep. |
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ⓚ But God shoots his arrow at them; they are wounded suddenly. |
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They are brought to ruin, with their ownⓛ tongues turned against them; all whoⓜ see them willⓝ wag their heads. |
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Then all mankindⓞ fears; theyⓟ tell what God has brought about and ponder what he has done. |
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Letⓠ the righteous one rejoice in the LORD andⓡ take refuge in him! Let allⓢ the upright in heart exult! |
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