8 My soul shall praise the Lord, even unto death.
9 For my life was drawing near to hell below.
10 And they surrounded me on every side. And there was no one who would help me. I looked around for the assistance of men, and there was none.
11 Then I remembered your mercy, O Lord, and your works, which are from the very beginning.
12 For you rescue those who persevere for you, O Lord, and you free them from the hands of the Gentiles.
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