Unto the end. May you not destroy. Of David, with the inscription of a title, when he fled from Saul into a cave.
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Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me. For my soul trusts in you. And I will hope in the shadow of your wings, until iniquity passes away.
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I will cry out to God Most High, to God who has been kind to me.
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He sent from heaven and freed me. He has surrendered into disgrace those who trampled me. God has sent his mercy and his truth.
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And he has rescued my soul from the midst of the young lions. I slept troubled. The sons of men: their teeth are weapons and arrows, and their tongue is a sharp sword.
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Be exalted above the heavens, O God, and your glory above all the earth.
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They prepared a snare for my feet, and they bowed down my soul. They dug a pit before my face, yet they have fallen into it.
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My heart is prepared, O God, my heart is prepared. I will sing, and I will compose a psalm.
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Rise up, my glory. Rise up, psaltery and harp. I will arise in early morning.
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I will confess to you, O Lord, among the peoples. I will compose a psalm to you among the nations.
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For your mercy has been magnified, even to the heavens, and your truth, even to the clouds.
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Be exalted above the heavens, O God, and your glory above all the earth.
