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HEAR my voice, O God, in my prayer; * preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
Hide me from the gathering together of the froward, * and from the insurrection of wicked doers;
Who have whet their tongue like a sword, * and shoot out their arrows, even bitter words;
That they may privily shoot at him that is perfect: * suddenly do they hit him, and fear not.
They encourage themselves in mischief, * and commune among themselves, how they may lay snares; and say, that no man shall see them.
They imagine wickedness, and practise it; * that they keep secret among themselves, every man in the deep of his heart.
But God shall suddenly shoot at them with a swift arrow, * that they shall be wounded.
Yea, their own tongues shall make them fall; * insomuch that whoso seeth them shall laugh them to scorn.
And all men that see it shall say, This hath God done; * for they shall perceive that it is his work.
The righteous shall rejoice in the LORD, and put his trust in him; * and all they that are true of heart shall be glad.
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