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Unto thee will I cry, O Lord my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit. |
| 2 |
Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry unto thee, when I lift up my hands toward thy holy oracle. |
| 3 |
Draw me not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity, which speak peace to their neighbours, but mischief is in their hearts. |
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Give them according to their deeds, and according to the wickedness of their endeavours: give them after the work of their hands; render to them their desert. |
| 5 |
Because they regard not the works of the Lord, nor the operation of his hands, he shall destroy them, and not build them up. |
| 6 |
Blessed be the Lord, because he hath heard the voice of my supplications. |
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The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him. |
| 8 |
The Lord is their strength, and he is the saving strength of his anointed. |
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Save thy people, and bless thine inheritance: feed them also, and lift them up for ever. |