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¶ Let the righteous smite me in mercy, and let him reprove me: and let not a flattering evil prince anoint my head, for my prayer shall ever be against his evil.

Their judges shall be thrown down from strong places; they shall hearken unto my words; for they are sweet.

Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol, as when one cuts and cleaves wood upon the earth.

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Let a righteous man strike me—that is a kindness;
    let him rebuke me(A)—that is oil on my head.(B)
My head will not refuse it,
    for my prayer will still be against the deeds of evildoers.

Their rulers will be thrown down from the cliffs,(C)
    and the wicked will learn that my words were well spoken.
They will say, “As one plows(D) and breaks up the earth,(E)
    so our bones have been scattered at the mouth(F) of the grave.”

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