5 Let the righteous smite me, 'it shall be' a kindness; And let him reprove me, 'it shall be as' oil upon the head; Let not my head refuse it: For even in their wickedness shall my prayer continue.
6 Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock; And they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
7 As when one ploweth and cleaveth the earth, Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.
8 For mine eyes are unto thee, O Jehovah the Lord: In thee do I take refuge; leave not my soul destitute.
9 Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, And from the gins of the workers of iniquity.
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