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13 Have pity on me, O Lord! See how I suffer from those who hate me, You Who have lifted me up from the gates of death, 14 that I may tell of all Your praises in the gates of the people of Zion. There I will be full of joy because You save.

15 The nations have fallen into the hole they have dug. Their own feet have been caught in the net they have hidden.

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