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Unto thee will I cry, O Lord my rock;
be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me,
I become like them that go down to the pit.
Hear the voice of my supplications,
when I cry unto thee, when I lift up
my hands toward thy holy oracle.
Draw me not away with the wicked,
and with the workers of iniquity,
which speak peace to their neighbors,
but mischief is in their hearts.
Give them according to their deeds,
and according to the wickedness
of their endeavors: give them
after the work of their hands;
render to them their desert.
Because they regard not the
works of the Lord,
nor the operation of his hands,
he shall destroy them,
and not build them up.
Blessed be the Lord,
because he hath heard the
voice of my supplications.
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Psalm 28, 1-6
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