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How long will you attack a man,
    to batter him, all of you,
    as you would a leaning wall, a tottering fence?
They only conspire to cast him down
    from his high position;
    they delight in lies,
they bless with their mouth,
    but they curse inwardly. Selah

My soul, wait silently for God,
    for my hope is from Him.

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