pjoakes_en_ult/19-PSA/059.usfm

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\d For the chief musician; set to Al Tashheth. A psalm
of David. A michtam; when Saul sent, and they watched the house to kill him.
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\v 1 Rescue me from my enemies, my God;
\q set me on high away from those who rise up against me.
\q
\v 2 Keep me safe from the workers of iniquity,
\q and save me from the bloodthirsty men.
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\v 3 For, see, they wait in ambush to take my life.
\q The mighty evildoers gather themselves together against me,
\q but not because of my transgression or my sin, Yahweh.
\q
\v 4 They prepare to run at me although I am without fault;
\q awake and help me and see.
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\q
\v 5 You, Yahweh God of hosts, the God of Israel,
\q arise and punish all the nations;
\q do not be merciful to any wicked transgressors.
\qs Selah\qs*
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\v 6 They return at evening, they howl like dogs
\q and go around the city.
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\v 7 See, they belch out with their mouths;
\q swords are in their lips,
\q for they say, "Who hears us?"
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\v 8 But you, Yahweh, laugh at them;
\q you hold all the nations in derision.
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\v 9 God, my strength, I will pay attention to you;
\q you are my high tower.
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\v 10 My God will meet me with his covenant faithfulness;
\q God will let me see my desire on my enemies.
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\v 11 Do not kill them, or my people will forget.
\q Scatter them by your power and make them fall, Lord our shield.
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\v 12 For the sins of their mouths and the words of their lips,
\q let them be captured in their pride,
\q and for the curses and lies that they express.
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\v 13 Consume them in wrath, consume them so that they will be no more;
\q let them know that God rules in Jacob
\q and to the ends of the earth.
\qs Selah\qs*
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\v 14 At evening let them return; let them howl like dogs
\q and go around the city.
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\v 15 They will wander up and down for food
\q and will wait all night if they are not satisfied.
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\v 16 But I will sing about your strength;
\q for you have been my high tower
\q and a refuge in the day of my distress.
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\v 17 To you, my strength, I will sing praises;
\q for God is my high tower, the God of covenant faithfulness.