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14 I cried softly like a weak little bird.
    I sounded like a dove as I mourned.
My eyes grew tired as I looked up toward heaven.
    Lord, my life is in danger. Please come and help me!

15 “But what can I say?
    You have promised to heal me.
    And you yourself have done it.
Once I was proud and bitter.
    But now I will live the rest of my life free of pride.
16 Lord, people find the will to live because you keep your promises.
    And my spirit also finds life in your promises.
You brought me back to health.
    You let me live.

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