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For the enemy has persecuted my soul;
    he has crushed my life down to the ground;
he has made me to dwell in darkness,
    as those who have been long dead.
Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me;
    my heart within me is desolate.
I remember the days of old;
    I meditate on all Your works;
    I consider the work of Your hands.

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