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When their judges are thrown down from the rocks, they shall hear my words, for they are sweet.

Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol, as when one cutteth and cleaveth [wood] upon the earth.

For unto thee, Jehovah, Lord, are mine eyes; in thee do I trust: leave not my soul destitute.

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Their rulers will be thrown down from the cliffs,(A)
    and the wicked will learn that my words were well spoken.
They will say, “As one plows(B) and breaks up the earth,(C)
    so our bones have been scattered at the mouth(D) of the grave.”

But my eyes are fixed(E) on you, Sovereign Lord;
    in you I take refuge(F)—do not give me over to death.

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