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But to You I have cried out, O Lord, And in the morning my prayer comes before You.
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Lord, why do You cast off my soul? Why do You hide Your face from me?
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I have been afflicted and ready to die from my youth; I suffer Your terrors; I am distraught.
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Your fierce wrath has gone over me; Your terrors have cut me off.
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They came around me all day long like water; They engulfed me altogether.
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Loved one and friend You have put far from me, And my acquaintances into darkness.