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They meet together to perfect their plans; they hide beside the trail, listening for my steps, waiting to kill me. They expect to get away with it. Don’t let them, Lord. In anger cast them to the ground.

You have seen me tossing and turning through the night. You have collected all my tears and preserved them in your bottle! You have recorded every one in your book.

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They conspire,(A) they lurk,
    they watch my steps,(B)
    hoping to take my life.(C)
Because of their wickedness do not[a] let them escape;(D)
    in your anger, God, bring the nations down.(E)

Record my misery;
    list my tears on your scroll[b](F)
    are they not in your record?(G)

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 56:7 Probable reading of the original Hebrew text; Masoretic Text does not have do not.
  2. Psalm 56:8 Or misery; / put my tears in your wineskin