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64 1-2 Lord, listen to my complaint: Oh, preserve my life from the conspiracy of these wicked men, these gangs of criminals. They cut me down with sharpened tongues; they aim their bitter words like arrows straight at my heart. They shoot from ambush at the innocent. Suddenly the deed is done, yet they are not afraid.

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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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