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Listen to my prayer, O God. Do not ignore my cry for help! |
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Please listen and answer me, for I am overwhelmed by my troubles. |
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My enemies shout at me, making loud and wicked threats. They bring trouble on me and angrily hunt me down. |
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My heart pounds in my chest. The terror of death assaults me. |
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Fear and trembling overwhelm me, and I can't stop shaking. |
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Oh, that I had wings like a dove; then I would fly away and rest! |
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I would fly far away to the quiet of the wilderness. Interlude |
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How quickly I would escape-- far from this wild storm of hatred. |
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Confuse them, Lord, and frustrate their plans, for I see violence and conflict in the city. |
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Its walls are patrolled day and night against invaders, but the real danger is wickedness within the city. |
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Everything is falling apart; threats and cheating are rampant in the streets. |
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It is not an enemy who taunts me-- I could bear that. It is not my foes who so arrogantly insult me-- I could have hidden from them. |
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Instead, it is you-- my equal, my companion and close friend. |
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What good fellowship we once enjoyed as we walked together to the house of God. |
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Let death stalk my enemies; let the grave swallow them alive, for evil makes its home within them. |
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But I will call on God, and the LORD will rescue me. |
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Morning, noon, and night I cry out in my distress, and the LORD hears my voice. |
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He ransoms me and keeps me safe from the battle waged against me, though many still oppose me. |
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God, who has ruled forever, will hear me and humble them. Interlude For my enemies refuse to change their ways; they do not fear God. |
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As for my companion, he betrayed his friends; he broke his promises. |
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His words are as smooth as butter, but in his heart is war. His words are as soothing as lotion, but underneath are daggers! |
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Give your burdens to the LORD, and he will take care of you. He will not permit the godly to slip and fall. |
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But you, O God, will send the wicked down to the pit of destruction. Murderers and liars will die young, but I am trusting you to save me. For the choir director: A psalm of David, regarding the time the Philistines seized him in Gath. To be sung to the tune "Dove on Distant Oaks." |
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