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All the day long they wrest my words:
All their thoughts are against me for evil.
They gather themselves together, they hide themselves,
They mark my steps,
[a]Even as they have waited for my soul.
[b]Shall they escape by iniquity?
In anger cast down the peoples, O God.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 56:6 Or, Inasmuch as
  2. Psalm 56:7 Or, They think to escape