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Psalm 71:4-7

4-7My God, free me from the grip of Wicked,

from the clutch of Bad and Bully.

You keep me going when times are tough—

my bedrock, God, since my childhood.

I've hung on you from the day of my birth,

the day you took me from the cradle;

I'll never run out of praise.

Many gasp in alarm when they see me,

but you take me in stride.

8-11Just as each day brims with your beauty,

my mouth brims with praise.

But don't turn me out to pasture when I'm old

or put me on the shelf when I can't pull my weight.

My enemies are talking behind my back,

watching for their chance to knife me.

The gossip is: "God has abandoned him.

Pounce on him now; no one will help him."