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O God, hear my anguished voice;
    from a dreadful foe protect my life.
Hide me from the malicious crowd,
    the mob of evildoers.
They sharpen their tongues like swords,
    bend their bows of poison words.(A)

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Hide me from the conspiracy(A) of the wicked,(B)
    from the plots of evildoers.
They sharpen their tongues like swords(C)
    and aim cruel words like deadly arrows.(D)
They shoot from ambush at the innocent;(E)
    they shoot suddenly, without fear.(F)

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