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Psalm 62:3-4

3-4How long will you gang up on me?

How long will you run with the bullies?

There's nothing to you, any of you—

rotten floorboards, worm-eaten rafters,

Anthills plotting to bring down mountains,

far gone in make-believe.

You talk a good line,

but every "blessing" breathes a curse.

5-6God, the one and only—

I'll wait as long as he says.

Everything I hope for comes from him,

so why not?

He's solid rock under my feet,

breathing room for my soul,

An impregnable castle:

I'm set for life.