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I cried unto thee, O Jehovah;
I said, Thou art my refuge,
My portion in the land of the living.
Attend unto my cry;
For I am brought very low:
Deliver me from my persecutors;
For they are stronger than I.
Bring my soul out of prison,
That I may give thanks unto thy name:
The righteous shall [a]compass me about;
For thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

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  1. Psalm 142:7 Or, crown themselves because of me