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They gather themselves together, they hide themselves,
They mark my steps,
[a]Even as they have waited for my soul.
[b]Shall they escape by iniquity?
In anger cast down the peoples, O God.
Thou numberest my wanderings:
Put thou my tears into thy bottle;
Are they not in thy [c]book?

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 56:6 Or, Inasmuch as
  2. Psalm 56:7 Or, They think to escape
  3. Psalm 56:8 Or, record