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He alone is my rock, my deliverance, and my high tower;
    nothing will shake me.

How long will you rage against someone?
    Would you attack him
        as if he were a leaning wall or a tottering fence?
They plan to cast him down from his exalted position.
    They delight in lies;
their mouth utters blessings,
    while their heart is cursing.
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