1 By David. Strive, Jehovah, with my strivers, fight with my fighters,
2 Take hold of shield and buckler, and rise for my help,
3 And draw out spear and lance, To meet my pursuers. Say to my soul, 'Thy salvation I 'am'.'
4 They are ashamed and blush, those seeking my soul, Turned backward and confounded, Those devising my evil.
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