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My foot hath held his steps, his way have I kept, and not declined.

If my step hath turned out of the way, and mine heart walked after mine eyes, and if any blot hath cleaved to mine hands;

The simple believeth every word: but the prudent man looketh well to his going.

Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not.

They have now compassed us in our steps: they have set their eyes bowing down to the earth;

The law of his God is in his heart; none of his steps shall slide.

He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.

Our heart is not turned back, neither have our steps declined from thy way;

But as for me, my feet were almost gone; my steps had well nigh slipped.