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To the Chief Musician. With stringed instruments. A Contemplation of David. Give ear to my prayer, O God, And do not hide Yourself from my supplication.
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Attend to me, and hear me; I am restless in my complaint, and moan noisily,
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Because of the voice of the enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked; For they bring down trouble upon me, And in wrath they hate me.
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My heart is severely pained within me, And the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
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Fearfulness and trembling have come upon me, And horror has overwhelmed me.
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So I said, "Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest.
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Indeed, I would wander far off, And remain in the wilderness. Selah
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I would hasten my escape From the windy storm and tempest."
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Destroy, O Lord, and divide their tongues, For I have seen violence and strife in the city.
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Day and night they go around it on its walls; Iniquity and trouble are also in the midst of it.
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Destruction is in its midst; Oppression and deceit do not depart from its streets.
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For it is not an enemy who reproaches me; Then I could bear it. Nor is it one who hates me who has exalted himself against me; Then I could hide from him.
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But it was you, a man my equal, My companion and my acquaintance.
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We took sweet counsel together, And walked to the house of God in the throng.
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Let death seize them; Let them go down alive into hell, For wickedness is in their dwellings and among them.
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As for me, I will call upon God, And the Lord shall save me.
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Evening and morning and at noon I will pray, and cry aloud, And He shall hear my voice.