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									A PRAYER OF DAVID. Hear, O YHWH, righteousness, attend my cry, || Give ear [to] my prayer, without lips of deceit.
								
							 
																								
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									My judgment goes out from before You; Your eyes see uprightly.
								
							 
																								
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									You have proved my heart, || You have inspected by night, || You have tried me, You find nothing; My thoughts do not pass over my mouth.
								
							 
																								
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									As for doings of man, || Through a word of Your lips I have observed || The paths of a destroyer;
								
							 
																								
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									To uphold my goings in Your paths, || My steps have not slipped.
								
							 
																								
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									I called You, for You answer me, || O God, incline Your ear to me, hear my speech.
								
							 
																								
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									Separate Your kindness wonderfully, O Savior of the confiding, || By Your right hand, from withstanders.
								
							 
																								
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									Keep me as the apple, the daughter of the eye; Hide me in the shadow of Your wings,
								
							 
																								
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									From the face of the wicked who spoiled me, || [From] my enemies in soul who go around against me.
								
							 
																								
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									They have closed up their fat, || Their mouths have spoken with pride:
								
							 
																								
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									“Our steps have now surrounded [him]”; They set their eyes to turn aside in the land.
								
							 
																								
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									His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, || As a young lion dwelling in secret places.
								
							 
																								
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									Arise, O YHWH, go before his face, || Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Your sword,
								
							 
																								
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									From men, Your hand, O YHWH, || From men of the world, their portion [is] in life, || And [with] Your hidden things You fill their belly, || They are satisfied [with] sons, || And have left their abundance to their sucklings.
								
							 
																								
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									I—in righteousness, || I see Your face; I am satisfied, in awaking, [with] Your form!
								
							 
																						
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