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In you, O LORD, I have taken refuge; let me never be put to shame.
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Rescue me deliver me in your righteousness;
turn your ear to me and save me.
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Be my rock of refuge, to which I can always go;
give the command to save me, for you are my rock and my fortress.
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Deliver me, O my God, from the hand of the wicked,
from the grasp of evil and cruel men.
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For you have been my hope, O Sovereign LORD, my confidence since my youth.
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From birth I have relied on you; you brought me forth
from my mother's womb. I will ever praise you.
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I have become like a portent to many, but you are my strong refuge.
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My mouth is filled with your praise, declaring your splendor all day long.
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Do not cast me away when I am old;
do not forsake me when my strength is gone.
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For my enemies speak against me; those who wait to kill me conspire together.
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They say, "God has forsaken him;
pursue him and seize him, for no one will rescue him."
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Be not far from me, O God; come quickly, O my God, to help me.
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May my accusers perish in shame;
may those who want to harm me covered with scorn and disgrace.
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But as for me, I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more.
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My mouth will tell of your righteousness,
of your salvation all day long, though I know not its measure.
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I will come and proclaim your mighty acts, O Sovereign LORD;
I will proclaim your righteousness, yours alone.
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Since my youth, O God, you have taught me,
and to this day I declare your marvelous deeds.
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Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, O God,
till I declare your power to the next generation,
your might to all who are to come.
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Your righteousness reaches to the skies, O God,
you who have done great things. Who, O God, is like you?
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Though you have made memsee troubles,
many and bitter, you will restore my life again;
from the depths of the earth you will again bring me up.
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You will increase my honor and comfort me once again.
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I will praise you with the harp for your faithfulness, O my God;
I will sing praise to you with the lyre, O Holy One of Israel.
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My lips will shout for joy when I sing praise to you -
I, whom you have redeemed.
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My tongue will tell of your righteous acts all day long,
for those who wanted to harm me have been put to shame and confusion.
