They set their mouth against the heavens, and their tongue walks through the earth.
Your enemies roar in the midst of Your meeting place; they set up their banners for signs.
"When I choose the proper time, I will judge uprightly.
All the horns of the wicked I will also cut off, but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.
The stout hearted were plundered; and they have sunk into sleep; and none of the mighty men have found the use of their hands."
I call to remembrance my song in the night; I meditate within my heart; and my spirit makes diligent search.
Give ear,O my people, to my law; incline your ears to the words of my mouth.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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