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Rescue me from my enemies, my God;
    lift me out of reach of my foes.
Deliver me from evildoers;
    from the bloodthirsty save me.
They have set an ambush for my life;
    the powerful conspire against me.
For no offense or misdeed of mine, Lord,
    for no fault they hurry to take up arms.
Come near and see my plight!
    You, Lord God of hosts, are the God of Israel!
Awake! Punish all the nations.
    Have no mercy on these worthless traitors.
Selah
Each evening they return,
    growling like dogs, prowling the city.(A)
Their mouths pour out insult;
    sharp words are on their lips.
    They say: “Who is there to hear?”[a]
But you, Lord, laugh at them;
    you deride all the nations.(B)

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Footnotes

  1. 59:8 Who is there to hear?: a sample of the enemies’ godless reflection. The answer is that God hears their blasphemies.