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Sing praises to the Lord, who dwells in Zion! Declare His deeds among the people.
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When He avenges blood, He remembers them; He does not forget the cry of the humble.
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Have mercy on me, O Lord! Consider my trouble from those who hate me, You who lift me up from the gates of death,
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That I may tell of all Your praise In the gates of the daughter of Zion. I will rejoice in Your salvation.
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The nations have sunk down in the pit which they made; In the net which they hid, their own foot is caught.
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The Lord is known by the judgment He executes; The wicked is snared in the work of his own hands. Meditation. Selah
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The wicked shall be turned into hell, And all the nations that forget God.
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For the needy shall not always be forgotten; The expectation of the poor shall not perish forever.
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Arise, O Lord, Do not let man prevail; Let the nations be judged in Your sight.
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Put them in fear, O Lord, That the nations may know themselves to be but men. Selah