7 All they that see me laugh me to scorn: They shoot out the lip, they shake the head, 'saying',
8 Commit 'thyself' unto Jehovah; Let him deliver him: Let him rescue him, seeing he delighteth in him.
9 But thou art he that took me out of the womb; Thou didst make me trust 'when I was' upon my mother's breasts.
10 I was cast upon thee from the womb; Thou art my God since my mother bare me.
11 Be not far from me; for trouble is near; For there is none to help.
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