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My enemies are like a mighty flood.
    Reach down from heaven and save me.
    Save me from outsiders who attack me.
They tell all kinds of lies with their mouths.
    Even when they make a promise by raising their right hands, they don’t mean it.

My God, I will sing a new song to you.
    I will make music to you on a lyre that has ten strings.

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Reach down your hand from on high;(A)
    deliver me and rescue me(B)
from the mighty waters,(C)
    from the hands of foreigners(D)
whose mouths are full of lies,(E)
    whose right hands(F) are deceitful.(G)

I will sing a new song(H) to you, my God;
    on the ten-stringed lyre(I) I will make music to you,

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