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They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent;
adders’ poison is under their lips. Selah.
Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked;
preserve me from the violent man;
who have purposed to overthrow my goings.
The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords;
they have spread a net by the wayside;
they have set gins for me. Selah.

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