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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 has purposed to overthrow my goings.

The proud have hid a snare for me, and with cords they have spread a net by the wayside; they have set traps for me. Selah

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