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all those who love your name. Do not deliver me to those who persecute me, O Lord. Sing to the Lord who dwells in Zion, and tell the nations his deeds. For he has remembered the blood that is sought. And he has not despised the cry of the poor. Have mercy upon me, O Lord, and see what I suffer from my enemies. You who lift me up from the gates of death, that I may tell all your praises in the gates of the daughter of Zion. And we will
rejoice in your salvation. The nations have sunk in the pit that they made. And in that same net which they hid, their own feet have been caught. The Lord knows the worker of justice, and by the work of his hands, the sinner is caught. The sinners shall return to Sheol the underworld, and all the nations that forget God. For the poor shall not be forgotten forever, and the patience of the poor shall not perish forever. Arise, O Lord, and do not let man prevail.