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Do not hide your face from me
in the day of my trouble.
Incline your ear to me.
In the day I call, answer me quickly,
for my days vanish in smoke,
and my bones are charred like a hearth.
My heart is struck like grass and withers.
Indeed, I forget to eat[a] my bread.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 102:4 A rare homonym might yield “I am too wilted to eat”