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18 When I said, My foot slippeth;
thy mercy, O Lord, held me up.
19 In the multitude of my thoughts within me
thy comforts delight my soul.
20 Shall the throne of iniquity have fellowship with thee,
which frameth mischief by a law?

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18 When I said, “My foot is slipping,(A)
    your unfailing love, Lord, supported me.
19 When anxiety(B) was great within me,
    your consolation(C) brought me joy.

20 Can a corrupt throne(D) be allied with you—
    a throne that brings on misery by its decrees?(E)

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