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Deliver me from the po’alei aven (workers of iniquity), and save me from anshei damim (bloody men).

For, hinei, they lie in wait for my nefesh; the fierce stir up strife against me; not for my peysha, nor for my chattat, Hashem.

They run and prepare themselves without my avon (wrong, fault); awake to help me, and see.

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