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Save me, O Lord, for there is now no saint: truths are decayed from among the children of men.

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Salvum me fac, Domine, quoniam defecit sanctus, quoniam diminutae sunt veritates a filiis hominum.

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For look, the wicked bend their bows;(A)
    they set their arrows(B) against the strings
to shoot from the shadows(C)
    at the upright in heart.(D)

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