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He alone is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress—I will never be moved.
How long will all of you assault a man,
to crush him, like a leaning wall,
    a fence to be torn down?
They only plot to topple him from his rank.
Delighting in falsehood, they bless with their mouth,
but inwardly they curse. Selah

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