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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;
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With ungodly mockers at feasts They gnashed at me with their teeth.
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Lord, how long will You look on? Rescue me from their destructions, My precious life from the lions.
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I will give You thanks in the great assembly; I will praise You among many people.
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Let them not rejoice over me who are wrongfully my enemies; Nor let them wink with the eye who hate me without a cause.
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For they do not speak peace, But they devise deceitful matters Against the quiet ones in the land.
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They also opened their mouth wide against me, And said, "Aha, aha! Our eyes have seen it."