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Do not hide from me
    when my days are filled with anguish;
Lend Your ear to my wailing,
    and answer me quickly when I call.

For my days come and go, vanishing like smoke,
    and my bones are charred like bricks of a hearth.
My heart is beaten down like grass withered and scorched in the summer heat;
    I can’t even remember to eat.

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