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26 lines
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# Chapter 64
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1 O God, listen to my complaint.
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Protect my life from my enemies’ threats.
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2 Hide me from the plots of this evil mob,
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from this gang of wrongdoers.
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3 They sharpen their tongues like swords
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and aim their bitter words like arrows.
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4 They shoot from ambush at the innocent,
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attacking suddenly and fearlessly.
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5 They encourage each other to do evil
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and plan how to set their traps in secret.
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“Who will ever notice?” they ask.
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6 As they plot their crimes, they say,
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“We have devised the perfect plan!”
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Yes, the human heart and mind are cunning.
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7 But God himself will shoot them with his arrows,
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suddenly striking them down.
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8 Their own tongues will ruin them,
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and all who see them will shake their heads in scorn.
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9 Then everyone will be afraid;
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they will proclaim the mighty acts of God
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and realize all the amazing things he does.
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10 The godly will rejoice in the Lord
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and find shelter in him.
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And those who do what is right
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will praise him. |