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To you, Lord, I call. My rock, do not be deaf to me; lest, if you are silent to me, I would become like those who go down into the pit.
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Hear the voice of my petitions, when I cry to you, when I lift up my hands toward your Most Holy Place.
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Do not draw me away with the wicked, with the workers of iniquity who speak peace with their neighbors, but mischief is in their hearts.
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Give them according to their work, and according to the wickedness of their doings. Give them according to the operation of their hands. Bring back on them what they deserve.
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Because they do not regard the works of the Lord, nor the operation of his hands, he will break them down and not build them up.
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Blessed be the Lord, because he has heard the voice of my petitions.
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The Lord is my strength and my shield. My heart has trusted in him, and I am helped. Therefore my heart greatly rejoices. With my song I will thank him.
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The Lord is their strength. He is a stronghold of salvation to his anointed.
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Save your people, and bless your inheritance. Be their shepherd also, and bear them up forever.