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For in death there is no remembrance of You; In the grave who will give You thanks?
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I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.
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My eye wastes away because of grief; It grows old because of all my enemies.
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Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; For the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping.
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The Lord has heard my supplication; The Lord will receive my prayer.
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Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly troubled; Let them turn back and be ashamed suddenly.