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Beloved of All
Deliver me from my enemies, O God; be my fortress against those who are attacking me…. Fierce men conspire against me for no offense or sin of mine, Lord. I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me…. See what they spew from their mouths— the words from their lips are sharp as swords, and they think, “Who can hear us?” But you laugh at them, Lord; you scoff at all those nations…But I will sing of your strength, in the morning I will sing of your love; for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble.