18 When I said, My foot slippeth; thy mercy, O LORD, held me up.
19 In the multitude of my thoughts within me, thy comforts delight my soul.
20 Shall the throne of iniquity have fellowship with thee, which frameth mischief by a law?
21 They assemble themselves against the soul of the righteous, and condemn the innocent blood.
22 But the LORD is my defense; and my God [is] the rock of my refuge.
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