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Let them be like chaff before the wind, And let the angel of the Lord chase them.
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Let their way be dark and slippery, And let the angel of the Lord pursue them.
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For without cause they have hidden their net for me in a pit, Which they have dug without cause for my life.
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Let destruction come upon him unexpectedly, And let his net that he has hidden catch himself; Into that very destruction let him fall.
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And my soul shall be joyful in the Lord; It shall rejoice in His salvation.
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All my bones shall say, "Lord, who is like You, Delivering the poor from him who is too strong for him, Yes, the poor and the needy from him who plunders him?"
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Fierce witnesses rise up; They ask me things that I do not know.
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They reward me evil for good, To the sorrow of my soul.
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But as for me, when they were sick, My clothing was sackcloth; I humbled myself with fasting; And my prayer would return to my own heart.
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I paced about as though he were my friend or brother; I bowed down heavily, as one who mourns for his mother.
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But in my adversity they rejoiced And gathered together; Attackers gathered against me, And I did not know it; They tore at me and did not cease;