4 My heart is pained within me, || And terrors of death have fallen on me. 5 Fear and trembling come to me, || And horror covers me. 6 And I say, "Who gives to me a pinion as a dove?" I fly away and rest, 12 For an enemy does not reproach me, or I bear [it], || He who is hating me || Has not magnified himself against me, || Or I hide from him. 13 But you, a man—as my equal, || My familiar friend, and my acquaintance. 14 When together we sweeten counsel, || We walk into the house of God in company. 22 Cast on YHWH that which He has given you, || And He sustains you, || He does not permit the moving of the righteous forever.
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