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Behold thou hast made my days measurable: and my substance is as nothing before thee. And indeed all things are vanity: every man living.

Surely man passeth as an image: yea, and he is disquieted in vain. He storeth up: and he knoweth not for whom he shall gather these things.

And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.

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I am bowed down(A) and brought very low;
    all day long I go about mourning.(B)
My back is filled with searing pain;(C)
    there is no health(D) in my body.
I am feeble and utterly crushed;(E)
    I groan(F) in anguish of heart.(G)

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