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- My soul waits in silence for God only; From Him is my salvation.
- He only is my rock and my salvation, My stronghold; I shall not be greatly shaken.
- How long will you assail a man, That you may murder him, all of you, Like a leaning wall, like a tottering fence?
- They have counseled only to thrust him down from his high position; They delight in falsehood; They bless with their mouth, But inwardly they curse. Selah.
- My soul, wait in silence for God only, For my hope is from Him.
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- On God my salvation and my glory rest; The rock of my strength, my refuge is in God.
- Trust in Him at all times, O people; Pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us. Selah.
- Men of low degree are only vanity and men of rank are a lie; In the balances they go up; They are together lighter than breath.
- Do not trust in oppression And do not vainly hope in robbery; If riches increase, do not set your heart upon them.
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- Once God has spoken; Twice I have heard this: That power belongs to God;
- And lovingkindness is Yours, O Lord, For You recompense a man according to his work.
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