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They have set a net for my steps. My soul is brought down. They dug a deep hole in front of me. But they themselves have fallen into it.

My heart will not be moved, O God. My heart cannot be moved. I will sing, yes, I will sing praises! Awake, my shining-greatness. Awake, harps. I will awake early in the morning.

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They spread a net for my feet(A)
    I was bowed down(B) in distress.
They dug a pit(C) in my path—
    but they have fallen into it themselves.(D)

My heart, O God, is steadfast,
    my heart is steadfast;(E)
    I will sing and make music.
Awake, my soul!
    Awake, harp and lyre!(F)
    I will awaken the dawn.

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