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Because of the voice of the enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked; For they cast iniquity upon me, And in anger they persecute me.
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My heart is sore pained within me: And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
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Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, And horror hath overwhelmed me.
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And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! Then would I fly away, and be at rest.
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Lo, then would I wander far off, I would lodge in the wilderness. [Selah
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I would haste me to a shelter From the stormy wind and tempest.
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Destroy, O Lord, [and] divide their tongue; For I have seen violence and strife in the city.
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Day and night they go about it upon the walls thereof: Iniquity also and mischief are in the midst of it.
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Wickedness is in the midst thereof: Oppression and guile depart not from its streets.
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For it was not an enemy that reproached me; Then I could have borne it: Neither was it he that hated me that did magnify himself against me; Then I would have hid myself from him:
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But it was thou, a man mine equal, My companion, and my familiar friend.