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Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol, as when one cutteth and cleaveth [wood] upon the earth.

For unto thee, Jehovah, Lord, are mine eyes; in thee do I trust: leave not my soul destitute.

Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, and from the traps of the workers of iniquity.

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