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Lord, I lift my hands to heaven[a] and implore your help. Oh, listen to my cry.

Don’t punish me with all the wicked ones who speak so sweetly to their neighbors while planning to murder them. Give them the punishment they so richly deserve! Measure it out to them in proportion to their wickedness; pay them back for all their evil deeds.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 28:2 heaven, literally, “your innermost shrine,” i.e., the Holy of Holies within the Tabernacle.

Hear my cry for mercy(A)
    as I call to you for help,
as I lift up my hands(B)
    toward your Most Holy Place.(C)

Do not drag me away with the wicked,
    with those who do evil,
who speak cordially with their neighbors
    but harbor malice in their hearts.(D)
Repay them for their deeds
    and for their evil work;
repay them for what their hands have done(E)
    and bring back on them what they deserve.(F)

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