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I remember the days of old;
    I meditate on all Your works;
    I consider the work of Your hands.
I stretch forth my hands unto You;
    my soul thirsts after You as a thirsty land. Selah

Respond to me quickly, O Lord,
    my spirit fails;
do not hide Your face from me,
    lest I be like those who go down into the pit.

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