14-18 Desperate, I throw myself on you:
    you are my God!
Hour by hour I place my days in your hand,
    safe from the hands out to get me.
Warm me, your servant, with a smile;
    save me because you love me.
Don’t embarrass me by not showing up;
    I’ve given you plenty of notice.
Embarrass the wicked, stand them up,
    leave them stupidly shaking their heads
    as they drift down to hell.
Gag those loudmouthed liars
    who heckle me, your follower,
    with jeers and catcalls.

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15 My times(A) are in your hands;
    deliver me from the hands of my enemies,
    from those who pursue me.
16 Let your face shine(B) on your servant;
    save me in your unfailing love.(C)
17 Let me not be put to shame,(D) Lord,
    for I have cried out to you;
but let the wicked be put to shame
    and be silent(E) in the realm of the dead.

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