17 Unless Jehovah 'were' a help to me, My soul had almost inhabited silence.
18 If I have said, 'My foot hath slipped,' Thy kindness, O Jehovah, supporteth me.
19 In the abundance of my thoughts within me, Thy comforts delight my soul.
20 Is a throne of mischief joined 'with' Thee? A framer of perverseness by statute?
21 They decree against the soul of the righteous, And innocent blood declare wicked.
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