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But thou, O LORD, shalt laugh at them; thou shalt have all the heathen in derision.

Behold, they belch out with their mouth: swords are in their lips: for who, say they, doth hear?

They return at evening: they make a noise like a dog, and go round about the city.

Thou therefore, O LORD God of hosts, the God of Israel, awake to visit all the heathen: be not merciful to any wicked transgressors. Selah.

They run and prepare themselves without my fault: awake to help me, and behold.

For, lo, they lie in wait for my soul: the mighty are gathered against me; not for my transgression, nor for my sin, O LORD.

Deliver me from the workers of iniquity, and save me from bloody men.

Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God: defend me from them that rise up against me.