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To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments. A Maskil of David. Give ear to my prayer, O God; and hide not thyself from my supplication!
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Attend to me, and answer me; I am overcome by my trouble. I am distraught
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by the noise of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked. For they bring trouble upon me, and in anger they cherish enmity against me.
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My heart is in anguish within me, the terrors of death have fallen upon me.
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Fear and trembling come upon me, and horror overwhelms me.
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And I say, "O that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest;
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yea, I would wander afar, I would lodge in the wilderness, [Selah]
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I would haste to find me a shelter from the raging wind and tempest."
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Destroy their plans, O Lord, confuse their tongues; for I see violence and strife in the city.
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Day and night they go around it on its walls; and mischief and trouble are within it,
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ruin is in its midst; oppression and fraud do not depart from its market place.