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18 When I thought, “My foot slips,”
    thy steadfast love, O Lord, held me up.
19 When the cares of my heart are many,
    thy consolations cheer my soul.
20 Can wicked rulers be allied with thee,
    who frame mischief by statute?

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18 When I said, “My foot is slipping,(A)
    your unfailing love, Lord, supported me.
19 When anxiety(B) was great within me,
    your consolation(C) brought me joy.

20 Can a corrupt throne(D) be allied with you—
    a throne that brings on misery by its decrees?(E)

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