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1  Deliver me from mine enemies, O God *
 defend me from them that rise up against me.
2  O deliver me from the wicked doers *
 and save me from the blood-thirsty men.
3  For lo, they lie waiting for my soul *
 the mighty men are gathered against me, without any offence or fault of me, O Lord.
4  They run and prepare themselves without my fault *
 arise thou therefore to help me, and behold.
5  Stand up, O Lord God of hosts, thou God of Israel, to visit all the heathen *
 and be not merciful unto them that offend of malicious wickedness.
6  They go to and fro in the evening *
 they grin like a dog, and run about through the city.
7  Behold, they speak with their mouth, and swords are in their lips *
 for who doth hear?
8  But thou, O Lord, shalt have them in derision *
 and thou shalt laugh all the heathen to scorn.
9  My strength will I ascribe unto thee *
 for thou art the God of my refuge.
10  God sheweth me his goodness plenteously *
 and God shall let me see my desire upon mine enemies.
11  Slay them not, lest my people forget it *
 but scatter them abroad among the people, and put them down, O Lord, our defence.
12  For the sin of their mouth, and for the words of their lips, they shall be taken in their pride *
 and why? their preaching is of cursing and lies.
13  Consume them in thy wrath, consume them, that they may perish *
 and know that it is God that ruleth in Jacob, and unto the ends of the world.
14  And in the evening they will return *
 grin like a dog, and will go about the city.
15  They will run here and there for meat *
 and grudge if they be not satisfied.
16  As for me, I will sing of thy power, and will praise thy mercy betimes in the morning *
 for thou hast been my defence and refuge in the day of my trouble.
17  Unto thee, O my strength, will I sing *
 for thou, O God, art my refuge, and my merciful God.
1  O God, thou hast cast us out, and scattered us abroad *
 thou hast also been displeased; O turn thee unto us again.
2  Thou hast moved the land, and divided it *
 heal the sores thereof, for it shaketh.
3  Thou hast shewed thy people heavy things *
 thou hast given us a drink of deadly wine.
4  Thou hast given a token for such as fear thee *
 that they may triumph because of the truth.
5  Therefore were thy beloved delivered *
 help me with thy right hand, and hear me.
6  God hath spoken in his holiness, I will rejoice, and divide Sichem *
 and mete out the valley of Succoth.
7  Gilead is mine, and Manasses is mine *
 Ephraim also is the strength of my head; Judah is my law-giver;
8  Moab is my wash-pot; over Edom will I cast out my shoe *
 Philistia, be thou glad of me.
9  Who will lead me into the strong city *
 who will bring me into Edom?
10  Hast not thou cast us out, O God *
 wilt not thou, O God, go out with our hosts?
11  O be thou our help in trouble *
 for vain is the help of man.
12  Through God will we do great acts *
 for it is he that shall tread down our enemies.