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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When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.

Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.

But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.

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