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 The arrogant rise up against me, O God, and a band of violent men seeks my life; * they have not set you before their eyes.

But you, O, are gracious and full of compassion, * slow to anger, and full of kindness and truth.

Turn to me and have mercy upon me; * give your strength to your servant; and save the child of your handmaid.

Show me a sign of your favor, so that those who hate me may see it and be ashamed; * because you, O, have helped me and comforted me.

On the holy mountain stands the city he has founded; * the loves the gates of Zion more than all the dwellings of Jacob.

Glorious things are spoken of you, * O city of our God.

I count Egypt and Babylon among those who know me; * behold Philistia, Tyre, and Ethiopia: in Zion were they born.

Of Zion it shall be said, “Everyone was born in her, * and the Most High himself shall sustain her.”

The will record as he enrolls the peoples, * “These also were born there.”

The singers and the dancers will say, * “All my fresh springs are in you.”