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- To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.
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- Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; preserve my life from dread of the enemy.
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- Hide me from the secret plots of the wicked, from the throng of evildoers,
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- who whet their tongues like swords, who aim bitter words like arrows,
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- shooting from ambush at the blameless, shooting at him suddenly and without fear.
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- They hold fast to their evil purpose; they talk of laying snares secretly, thinking, “Who can see them?”
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- They search out injustice, saying, “We have accomplished a diligent search.” For the inward mind and heart of a man are deep.
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- But God shoots his arrow at them; they are wounded suddenly.
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- They are brought to ruin, with their own tongues turned against them; all who see them will wag their heads.
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- Then all mankind fears; they tell what God has brought about and ponder what he has done.
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- Let the righteous one rejoice in the LORD and take refuge in him! Let all the upright in heart exult!
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Április 26
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