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Reach down your hand from your high place;
    rescue me and deliver me from mighty waters,
        from the control of foreigners.[a]
Their mouths speak lies,
    and their right hand deceives,[b]

God, I will sing a new song to you.
    On a harp of ten strings I will play to you—

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 144:7 Lit. the hand of the sons of strangers
  2. Psalm 144:8 I.e. they swear to false oaths