4 O my God, cause me to escape From the hand of the wicked, From the hand of the perverse and violent.
5 For Thou 'art' my hope, O Lord Jehovah, My trust from my youth.
6 By Thee I have been supported from the womb, From my mother's bowels Thou dost cut me out, In Thee 'is' my praise continually.
7 As a wonder I have been to many, And Thou 'art' my strong refuge.
8 Filled is my mouth 'with' Thy praise, All the day 'with' Thy beauty.
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