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"Oh, that You would hide me in the grave, That You would conceal me until Your wrath is past, That You would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
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If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my hard service I will wait, Till my change comes.
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You shall call, and I will answer You; You shall desire the work of Your hands.
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For now You number my steps, But do not watch over my sin.
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My transgression is sealed up in a bag, And You cover my iniquity.
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"But as a mountain falls and crumbles away, And as a rock is moved from its place;
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As water wears away stones, And as torrents wash away the soil of the earth; So You destroy the hope of man.
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You prevail forever against him, and he passes on; You change his countenance and send him away.
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His sons come to honor, and he does not know it; They are brought low, and he does not perceive it.
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But his flesh will be in pain over it, And his soul will mourn over it."