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13 They that sat in the gate spoke against me: and they that drank wine made me their song.

14 But as for me, my prayer is to thee, O Lord; for the time of thy good pleasure, O God. In the multitude of thy mercy hear me, in the truth of thy salvation.

15 Draw me out of the mire, that I may not stick fast: deliver me from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.

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13 Even while you sleep among the sheep pens,[a](A)
    the wings of my dove are sheathed with silver,
    its feathers with shining gold.”
14 When the Almighty[b] scattered(B) the kings in the land,
    it was like snow fallen on Mount Zalmon.(C)

15 Mount Bashan,(D) majestic mountain,(E)
    Mount Bashan, rugged mountain,

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 68:13 Or the campfires; or the saddlebags
  2. Psalm 68:14 Hebrew Shaddai