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Do not hide your face from me
    in the day of my distress.
Incline your ear to me;
    answer me speedily in the day when I call.

For my days pass away like smoke,
    and my bones burn like a furnace.
My heart is stricken and withered like grass;
    I am too wasted to eat my bread.

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Do not hide your face(A) from me
    when I am in distress.
Turn your ear(B) to me;
    when I call, answer me quickly.

For my days vanish like smoke;(C)
    my bones(D) burn like glowing embers.
My heart is blighted and withered like grass;(E)
    I forget to eat my food.(F)

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