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As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth,
Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
For mine eyes are unto thee, O Jehovah the Lord:
In thee do I take refuge; [a]leave not my soul destitute.
Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me,
And from the gins of the workers of iniquity.

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  1. Psalm 141:8 Or, pour thou not out my life