I made the Lord my only boast, I trusted in the Lord of Hosts. Am I but worthless merchandise, That You have sold me for no price? I am a stigma to my foes. I suffer under many blows. I'm swarmed by sharks. I'm jackal's prey. You called me dead and walked away. I know that You did this to me; To You I come for clarity. Lord, from Your dormant state arise! Exalt Yourself in worldly eyes. O Lord, Your enemies run free, Rebelling with impunity. Bring justice! Snatch me from the grave. Arise, O Lord, be strong to save! It is for You that we are slain, Are raped, dismembered, suffer pain. And yet of this I still am sure: That we are more than conquerors, Since we are Yours, that is enough -- And naught can wrest us from Your love.
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