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Thou art my refuge from the trouble which hath encompassed me: my joy, deliver me from them that surround me.

I will give thee understanding, and I will instruct thee in this way, in which thou shalt go: I will fix my eyes upon thee.

Do not become like the horse and the mule, who have no understanding. With bit and bridle bind fast their jaws, who come not near unto thee.

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I will be glad and rejoice in your love,
    for you saw my affliction(A)
    and knew the anguish(B) of my soul.
You have not given me into the hands(C) of the enemy
    but have set my feet in a spacious place.(D)

Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress;(E)
    my eyes grow weak with sorrow,(F)
    my soul and body(G) with grief.

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