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For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs. Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy: "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"

I will bow down toward your holy temple, And give thanks to your Name for your lovingkindness and for your truth; For you have exalted your Name and your Word above all.

All the kings of the earth will give you thanks, Yahweh, For they have heard the words of your mouth.

Yes, they will sing of the ways of Yahweh; For great is Yahweh's glory.

For though Yahweh is high, yet he looks after the lowly; But the proud, he knows from afar.

For there is not a word on my tongue, But, behold, Yahweh, you know it altogether.

For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother's womb.

I will give thanks to you, For I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.

Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, The days that were ordained for me, When as yet there were none of them.

For they speak against you wickedly. Your enemies take your name in vain.

Those who devise mischief in their hearts. They continually gather themselves together for war.

The proud have hidden a snare for me, They have spread the cords of a net by the path. They have set traps for me. Selah.

As for the head of those who surround me, Let the mischief of their own lips cover them.

I know that Yahweh will maintain the cause of the afflicted, And justice for the needy.

Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock. They will hear my words, for they are well spoken.

For my eyes are on you, Yahweh, the Lord. In you, I take refuge. Don't leave my soul destitute.

Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, From the traps of the workers of iniquity.

<> I cry with my voice to Yahweh. With my voice, I ask Yahweh for mercy.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, You knew my path. In the way in which I walk, They have hidden a snare for me.

Look on my right, and see; For there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.