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- Hear me, O God, as I voice my complaint; protect my life from the threat of the enemy.
- Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from that noisy crowd of evildoers.
- They sharpen their tongues like swords and aim their words like deadly arrows.
- They shoot from ambush at the innocent man; they shoot at him suddenly, without fear.
- They encourage each other in evil plans, they talk about hiding their snares; they say, "Who will see them ?"
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