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They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent. Adders’ poison is under their lips. Selah.

Keep me, O LORD, from the hands of the wicked. Preserve me from the cruel man, who intends to cause my steps to slide.

The proud have laid a snare for me, and spread a net with cords in my pathway, and set traps for me. Selah.

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