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My enemies have set a trap for me. Frantic fear grips me. They have dug a pitfall in my path. But look! They themselves have fallen into it!

O God, my heart is quiet and confident. No wonder I can sing your praises! Rouse yourself, my soul! Arise, O harp and lyre! Let us greet the dawn with song!

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They spread a net for my feet(A)
    I was bowed down(B) in distress.
They dug a pit(C) in my path—
    but they have fallen into it themselves.(D)

My heart, O God, is steadfast,
    my heart is steadfast;(E)
    I will sing and make music.
Awake, my soul!
    Awake, harp and lyre!(F)
    I will awaken the dawn.

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