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Psalms 58

The Book of Psalms

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Chapter 59

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  Deliver me from my enemies, my God. Set me on high from those who rise up against me.  

 

 

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  Deliver me from the workers of iniquity. Save me from the bloodthirsty men.  

 

 

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  For, behold, they lie in wait for my soul. The mighty gather themselves together against me, Not for my disobedience, nor for my sin, Yahweh.  

 

 

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  I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me. Rise up, behold, and help me!  

 

 

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  You, Yahweh God of hosts, the God of Israel, Rouse yourself to punish the nations. Show no mercy to the wicked traitors. Selah.  

 

 

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  They return at evening, howling like dogs, And prowl around the city.  

 

 

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  Behold, they spew with their mouth. Swords are in their lips, 'For,' they say, 'who hears us?'  

 

 

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  But you, Yahweh, laugh at them. You scoff at all the nations.  

 

 

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  Oh, my Strength, I watch for you, For God is my high tower.  

 

 

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  My God will go before me with his lovingkindness. God will let me look at my enemies in triumph.  

 

 

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  Don't kill them, or my people may forget. Scatter them by your power, and bring them down, Lord our shield.  

 

 

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  For the sin of their mouth, and the words of their lips, Let them be caught in their pride, For the curses and lies which they utter.  

 

 

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  Consume them in wrath. Consume them, and they will be no more. Let them know that God rules in Jacob, To the ends of the earth. Selah.  

 

 

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  At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.  

 

 

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  They shall wander up and down for food, And wait all night if they aren't satisfied.  

 

 

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  But I will sing of your strength. Yes, I will sing aloud of your lovingkindness in the morning. For you have been my high tower, A refuge in the day of my distress.  

 

 

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  To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy. Psalm 60 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of 'The Lily of the Covenant.' A teaching poem by David, when he fought with Aram-naharaim and with Aram-zobah, and Joab returned, and killed twelve thousand of Edom in the Valley of Salt.  

 

 

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Psalms 60

 

 

 

 

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