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Listen, O God, to my cry of lament;
    from the dreaded enemy preserve my life.
Protect me from the council of the wicked,
    from the band of those who do evil.
They sharpen their tongues[a] like swords,
    and they shoot forth their venomous words like arrows,

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 64:4 Tongues: see note on Ps 5:10.