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Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth (141:7) But mine eyes are unto thee, O GOD the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute (141:8) Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity (141:9) Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape
(141:10)
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