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For my soul is full of troubles, And my life draws near to the grave.
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I am counted with those who go down to the pit; I am like a man who has no strength,
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Adrift among the dead, Like the slain who lie in the grave, Whom You remember no more, And who are cut off from Your hand.
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You have laid me in the lowest pit, In darkness, in the depths.
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Your wrath lies heavy upon me, And You have afflicted me with all Your waves. Selah
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You have put away my acquaintances far from me; You have made me an abomination to them; I am shut up, and I cannot get out;
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My eye wastes away because of affliction. Lord, I have called daily upon You; I have stretched out my hands to You.
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Will You work wonders for the dead? Shall the dead arise and praise You? Selah
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Shall Your lovingkindness be declared in the grave? Or Your faithfulness in the place of destruction?
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Shall Your wonders be known in the dark? And Your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
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But to You I have cried out, O Lord, And in the morning my prayer comes before You.