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The Lord is my rock, my fortress, my deliverer, my God,
    my stronghold[a] in whom I take refuge, my shield, the glory[b]
        of my salvation, and my high tower.”

I cried out to the Lord, who is worthy to be praised,
    and I was delivered from my enemies.

The cords of death entangled me;
    the rivers of Belial[c] made me afraid.
The cords of Sheol[d] surrounded me;
    the snares of death confronted me.
In my distress I cried to the Lord;
    to my God I cried for help.
From his Temple he heard my voice;
    my cry reached his ears.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 18:2 Lit. rock
  2. Psalm 18:2 Lit. horn
  3. Psalm 18:4 I.e. the forces of death and destruction
  4. Psalm 18:5 I.e. the realm of the dead