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18 When I said, My foot slippeth, thy loving-kindness, O Jehovah, held me up.

19 In the multitude of my anxious thoughts within me thy comforts have delighted my soul.

20 Shall the throne of wickedness be united to thee, which frameth mischief into 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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