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Like rocks in a field that a farmer has plowed,
    so our bones will be scattered in the grave.
My Lord God, I look to you for help.
    I look to you for protection; don’t let me die.
Those evil people are trying to trap me.
    Don’t let me fall into their traps.

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They will say, “As one plows(A) and breaks up the earth,(B)
    so our bones have been scattered at the mouth(C) of the grave.”

But my eyes are fixed(D) on you, Sovereign Lord;
    in you I take refuge(E)—do not give me over to death.
Keep me safe(F) from the traps set by evildoers,(G)
    from the snares(H) they have laid for me.

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