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2 Hide me from the secret counsel of evildoers, || From the tumult of workers of iniquity. 3 Who sharpened their tongue as a sword, || They directed their arrow—a bitter word. 4 To shoot the perfect in secret places, || Suddenly they shoot him, and do not fear. Psalms 64:2-4, Literal Standard Version. Copyright © 2020 Covenant Press.
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