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Return, Lord,
    save my life!
        Deliver me, because of your gracious love.
In death, there is no memory of you.
    Who will give you thanks where the dead are?[a]

I am weary from my groaning.
    Every night my couch is drenched with tears,
        my bed is soaked through.

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  1. Psalm 6:5 Lit. thanks in Sheol; a reference to the realm of the dead