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Psalm 9
For the director of music. To the tune of “The Death of the Son.” A psalm of David.
I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonderful deeds.
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Lord, see how my enemies persecute me! Have mercy and lift me up from the gates of death,
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Look on me and answer, Lord my God. Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death,
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The cords of death entangled me; the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me.
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The cords of the grave coiled around me; the snares of death confronted me.
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My mouth is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death.
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to deliver them from death and keep them alive in famine.
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The wicked lie in wait for the righteous, intent on putting them to death;
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Yet for your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.
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They are like sheep and are destined to die; death will be their shepherd (but the upright will prevail over them in the morning). Their forms will decay in the grave, far from their princely mansions.
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My heart is in anguish within me; the terrors of death have fallen on me.
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Let death take my enemies by surprise; let them go down alive to the realm of the dead, for evil finds lodging among them.
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For you have delivered me from death and my feet from stumbling, that I may walk before God in the light of life.
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Our God is a God who saves; from the Sovereign Lord comes escape from death.
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He will take pity on the weak and the needy and save the needy from death.
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God’s anger rose against them; he put to death the sturdiest among them, cutting down the young men of Israel.
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He prepared a path for his anger; he did not spare them from death but gave them over to the plague.
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I am overwhelmed with troubles and my life draws near to death.
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From my youth I have suffered and been close to death; I have borne your terrors and am in despair.
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Who can live and not see death, or who can escape the power of the grave?
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Yet you sweep people away in the sleep of death— they are like the new grass of the morning:
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Unless the Lord had given me help, I would soon have dwelt in the silence of death.
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The wicked band together against the righteous and condemn the innocent to death.
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to hear the groans of the prisoners and release those condemned to death.”
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They loathed all food and drew near the gates of death.
