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Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.

Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word.

To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.

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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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