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1 A David psalm

Listen and help, O God.

I'm reduced to a whine

And a whimper, obsessed

with feelings of doomsday.

2 Don't let them find me—

the conspirators out to get me,

3 Using their tongues as weapons,

flinging poison words,

poison-tipped arrow-words.

4 They shoot from ambush,

shoot without warning,

not caring who they hit.

5 They keep fit doing calisthenics

of evil purpose,

They keep lists of the traps

they've secretly set.

They say to each other,

"No one can catch us,

6 no one can detect our perfect crime."

The Detective detects the mystery

in the dark of the cellar heart.

7 The God of the Arrow shoots!

They double up in pain,

8 Fall flat on their faces

in full view of the grinning crowd.

9 Everyone sees it. God's

work is the talk of the town.

10 Be glad, good people! Fly to God!

Good-hearted people, make praise your habit.

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