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They have set a net for my steps. My soul is brought down. They dug a deep hole in front of me. But they themselves have fallen into it.

My heart will not be moved, O God. My heart cannot be moved. I will sing, yes, I will sing praises! Awake, my shining-greatness. Awake, harps. I will awake early in the morning.

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