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Correct Me

Let a righteous man strike me—it is mercy.
Let him rebuke me—it is lotion[a] on my head.
My head will not refuse it.

Reject the Wicked

But my prayer is still against their evil deeds.
Their rulers will be thrown down by the sides of the cliff,
and they will hear that my words were pleasant.
They will say,[b] “As one splits and breaks up the earth,
so our bones have been scattered at the mouth of the grave.”

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 141:5 Literally oil
  2. Psalm 141:7 The words they will say are added to clarify who is speaking.