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He drew me up from the desolate pit,[a]
    out of the miry bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
    making my steps secure.(A)
He put a new song in my mouth,
    a song of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear
    and put their trust in the Lord.(B)

Happy are those who make
    the Lord their trust,
who do not turn to the proud,
    to those who go astray after false gods.(C)

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  1. 40.2 Cn: Heb pit of tumult