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My soul is in the midst of lions.
I lie among those breathing fire—
    sons of men whose teeth are spears and arrows,
whose tongue is a sharp sword.
Be exalted, O God, above the heavens.
Let Your glory be over all the earth!

They spread a net for my steps,
my soul is bowed down.
They have dug a pit before me—
they fell into it themselves. Selah

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