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Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him cometh my salvation.
2
He only is my rock and my salvation; he is my defence; I shall not be greatly moved.
3
How long will ye imagine mischief against a man? ye shall be slain all of you: as a bowing wall shall ye be, and as a tottering fence.
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They only consult to cast him down from his excellency: they delight in lies: they bless with their mouth, but they curse inwardly. Selah.
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My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him.
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He only is my rock and my salvation: he is my defence; I shall not be moved.