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I remember the days of old: I meditate on all thy doing; I muse on the work of thy hands.

I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul, as a parched land, [thirsteth] after thee. Selah.

Answer me speedily, O Jehovah; my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, or I shall be like unto them that go down into the pit.

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