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Let the righteous strike me; It shall be a kindness. And let him rebuke me; It shall be as excellent oil; Let my head not refuse it. For still my prayer is against the deeds of the wicked.
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Their judges are overthrown by the sides of the cliff, And they hear my words, for they are sweet.
7
Our bones are scattered at the mouth of the grave, As when one plows and breaks up the earth.
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But my eyes are upon You, O God the Lord; In You I take refuge; Do not leave my soul destitute.
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Keep me from the snares they have laid for me, And from the traps of the workers of iniquity.
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Let the wicked fall into their own nets, While I escape safely.