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A Hymn, O God, becometh thee in Sion: and a vow shall be paid to thee in Jerusalem.

O hear my prayer: all flesh shall come to thee.

The words of the wicked have prevailed over us: and thou wilt pardon our transgressions.

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Hide me from the conspiracy(A) of the wicked,(B)
    from the plots of evildoers.
They sharpen their tongues like swords(C)
    and aim cruel words like deadly arrows.(D)
They shoot from ambush at the innocent;(E)
    they shoot suddenly, without fear.(F)

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