7-8 And here I am, your invited guest—
    it’s incredible!
I enter your house; here I am,
    prostrate in your inner sanctum,
Waiting for directions
    to get me safely through enemy lines.

9-10 Every word they speak is a land mine;
    their lungs breathe out poison gas.
Their throats are gaping graves,
    their tongues slick as mudslides.
Pile on the guilt, God!
    Let their so-called wisdom wreck them.
Kick them out! They’ve had their chance.

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But I, by your great love,
    can come into your house;
in reverence(A) I bow down(B)
    toward your holy temple.(C)

Lead me, Lord, in your righteousness(D)
    because of my enemies—
    make your way straight(E) before me.
Not a word from their mouth can be trusted;
    their heart is filled with malice.
Their throat is an open grave;(F)
    with their tongues they tell lies.(G)

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But as for me, I will come into thy house in the multitude of thy mercy: and in thy fear will I worship toward thy holy temple.

Lead me, O Lord, in thy righteousness because of mine enemies; make thy way straight before my face.

For there is no faithfulness in their mouth; their inward part is very wickedness; their throat is an open sepulchre; they flatter with their tongue.

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