5I cried unto thee, O Jehovah; I said, Thou art my refuge, My portion in the land of the living. 6Attend unto my cry; For I am brought very low: Deliver me from my persecutors; For they are stronger than I. 7Bring my soul out of prison, That I may give thanks unto thy name: The righteous shall compass me about; For thou wilt deal bountifully with me.
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