Psalm 124:2

New American Bible - revised edition

Had not the Lord been with us, when people rose against us,

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As dry as a potsherd is my throat; my tongue cleaves to my palate; you lay me in the dust of death.

A psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom.

How many are my foes, Lord! How many rise against me!

The wicked spies on the righteous and seeks to kill him.

My foes turn back when I call on you. This I know: God is on my side.