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O Lord, what is man that thou dost regard him,
    or the son of man that thou dost think of him?
Man is like a breath,
    his days are like a passing shadow.

Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down!
    Touch the mountains that they smoke!

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Lord, what are human beings(A) that you care for them,
    mere mortals that you think of them?
They are like a breath;(B)
    their days are like a fleeting shadow.(C)

Part your heavens,(D) Lord, and come down;(E)
    touch the mountains, so that they smoke.(F)

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