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Like a crane or a swallow, so I chattered; I mourned like a dove; My eyes fail from looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; Undertake for me!
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"What shall I say? He has both spoken to me, And He Himself has done it. I shall walk carefully all my years In the bitterness of my soul.
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O Lord, by these things men live; And in all these things is the life of my spirit; So You will restore me and make me live.
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Indeed it was for my own peace That I had great bitterness; But You have lovingly delivered my soul from the pit of corruption, For You have cast all my sins behind Your back.
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For Sheol cannot thank You, Death cannot praise You; Those who go down to the pit cannot hope for Your truth.
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The living, the living man, he shall praise You, As I do this day; The father shall make known Your truth to the children.
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"The Lord was ready to save me; Therefore we will sing my songs with stringed instruments All the days of our life, in the house of the Lord."
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Now Isaiah had said, "Let them take a lump of figs, and apply it as a poultice on the boil, and he shall recover."
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And Hezekiah had said, "What is the sign that I shall go up to the house of the Lord?"