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By David.

28 To you, Yahweh, I call.
    My rock, don’t be deaf to me,
    lest, if you are silent to me,
    I would become like those who go down into the pit.
Hear the voice of my petitions, when I cry to you,
    when I lift up my hands toward your Most Holy Place.
Don’t draw me away with the wicked,
    with the workers of iniquity who speak peace with their neighbors,
    but mischief is in their hearts.

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