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Keep me as the apple of your eye; Hide me under the shadow of your wings,
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From the wicked who oppress me, My deadly enemies, who compass me about.
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They close up their callous hearts. With their mouth they speak proudly.
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They have now surrounded us in our steps. They set their eyes to cast us down to the earth.
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He is like a lion that is greedy of his prey, As it were a young lion lurking in secret places.
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Arise, Yahweh, Confront him, cast him down. Deliver my soul from the wicked by your sword;