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God, please listen to my complaint.* Protect me because my enemies scare me.
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Shelter me from the plots of the wicked, from this evil mob.
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What they say cuts like swords; they fire off poisonous words like arrows.
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They shoot from their hiding places at innocent people—doing this without warning, not afraid of being caught.
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They encourage one another to do evil, planning how to secretly trap people, telling themselves, “Nobody will notice.”
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They plot wicked things. “What a great plan we've created!” they say. There are no limits to the depths to which human minds and thoughts can sink.
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But God will shoot them with arrows; all of a sudden they will be wounded.
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What they themselves say will trip them up; people who see them will mock them, shaking their heads at them.
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Then everyone will be frightened. They will say that this is the work of God, and they will think about what he has done.*
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Those who are right with the Lord will be happy in him, they will go to him for protection. Those who live right will praise him.